#waving to the queen of the skies o/

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The chances of anyone besides me caring are low but AAGHSFGRGGAHGHAGGGGHH I GLANCED OUT MY WINDOW DURING A TEST AND SAW A B747?????? 😭😭😭 I’ve been wanting to see one in forever oh my god

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I Know A Place (just for you and me)

Part 5

WMFTD!Y/N X Hypnos

Word count: 7.3

Warnings: Fluff, heavy angst, implied sex, death, AUs out of the wazoo, no beta.

Notes: 

I was going to hold off on posting this but with how long it's been since I posted anything I made, I decided to push this one out a little earlier. Thanks everyone for their patience and I hope y'all enjoy this!

also everyone go tell @jun-yng thanks for their big brain idea of ‘How to train your dragon’ AU, it wouldn’t exist without them. ( also look at their pretty art and pet the screen as you mutter like a feral person)

All parts can be found on the Masterlist

~

Fighting Evil by Moonlight (Magical girls au)

Hypnos wanted it to be noted in the records that she wanted nothing to do with any of this. 

Like she was going to hire a handsome lawyer who would nod with compassion as she told him everything and yell ‘objection!’. He would do it for her honor, then he would confess to falling madly in love with her the moment she stepped into his high rise office. 

She had been more happy to stay home with her clay mask and her softest pj on while she reread ‘The Surrender of Aphrodite’ for the millionth time. 

Unlike Zagreus who had seen the shiny dumb egg fall out of the night skies and went chasing after it. 

”Duck!” Zagreus yelled to the team, her dark hair fanned behind her as she twisted out of the way of the queen monster’ glimmering beam, causing her black skirt to lift up.

Hypnos landed on the damp, cold ground of the park, cursing as the disgusting mud touched her bare thighs. Her - stupid, too short, too ruffled - ruby red skirt hid nothing as she rolled to get out of the way of another beam.

Once this dumb thing was sent back to the underworld or wherever they went to, Hypnos was going to treat herself to a double cheeseburger with some fries and a good crying session in a very hot shower.

“We need to kill these things and fast!” Melinoë called out. Her swift form was a blur of orange as she swung her weapon, taking one of the freaky and smaller monsters out.  

“Like you don’t say? I thought we were going to invite them over a sleepover!” Hypnos snapped between chatting teeth. 

Hypnos took the chance to get back on her two feet, wobbly on the high heels and flipping her long curls over her shoulder. In a desperate attempt to summon her own weapon, she waved a hand in front of her chest.

Her impractical red flower brooch began glowing from its place in the middle of her giant bow but no weapons formed. Again.

Instead she coaxed her own magic forward, pale and misty. So unlike the vibrant colors of the other princesses, Hypnos thought sourly. 

A moment later, red flowers bloomed from the mist in her palm.

While everyone else got cool weapons and flashy attacks, Hypnos just had these dumb red flowers. However if she tossed enough in her foe’s face, they went down for a nap time. 

That little fact she discovered the first time in pure panic when Zagreus found that egg and a slime monster tried to eat them. 

One of the monsters rushed toward her, the eyes in the skull glowing an ugly yellow, its mouth a gaping black maw and Hypnos readied the flowers in a tight fist. 

Only to realize in horror that two more were charging from both sides.

Hypnos froze, her breath caught in her chest as she tried to work out what to do. She wasn’t a fighter- she wanted to go home- they had only been magical girls for two weeks-

Just as the monsters were about to jump her, their fangs sharp in the moonlight, Hypnos felt something heavy wrapped around her waist, yanking her up against a solid form as they leaped away from the oncoming monsters.

The monsters slammed into each other, so hard that they vanished. 

Hypnos blinked, dizzy as she realized that she was unharmed, her hands grabbing at the heavy arm around her waist. Then she saw the fluttering cloak in the breeze, matching the scarlet of her ridiculous outfit, and the golden shine of armor. 

A gleaming spear moved in front of her, another barrier of protection.

”Protect the princesses!” Her knight in shining armor roared to the other arriving knights, each one swiftfully taking out the monster far more faster than any of the princesses did.

Zagreus and Meilnoe weren’t going to be happy about the Knights coming to the rescue once again but Hypnos couldn’t find it in herself to be that upset. She slumped against the knight with a heavy sigh. 

She parted her lips to thank her knight.

Only to get dragged away and shoved into a bush. She winced in pain at the sharp jabs of the leaves.

”Hey- what is the-” Hypnos went quiet as the gloved finger pointed at her. The knight’s face was hidden by the golden helmet and shadows. But Hypnos still felt the intensity of their eyes on her.

“Stay here. I will fetch you when it is safe.” The knight growled then turned away, still muttering. “I swear you all are a butch of boneheads. Pains in my ass, all of you!” 

“Am not!” Hypnos called back, suddenly wishing that the knight didn’t save her just so they would have felt guilty when Hypnos got hurt. She huffed as she watched the knight neatly killed off the monsters.

Zagreus was yelling at one of them, silver armor with a black cloak. Melinoe was just trying to help finish off the last few with her knights in silver and orange. 

Hypnos’ knight - not that she liked calling them that but it seemed the magic wanted them all to be color coded for whatever reason- looked far too dashing in their golden armor and red cloak as they ruthlessly killed the queen monster in a single hit. 

Like a knight from a storybook that Hypnos would daydream over. 

Deciding for herself that it was more than safe, Hypnos stood with a huff and went to join her fellow princesses. 

~

It was after five minutes or so of listening to Zagreus arguing with the knights that Hypnos decided she was far too cold and hungry to stay out much longer.

Besides, it was a school night anyway. And she was done wearing these heels.

”I’m leaving.” Hypnos informed the group in a loud yawn. Not that anyone was paying attention to her anyway.

Hypnos turned on her heels and began the long walk back home. Hopefully her brothers or mom won’t notice Hypnos sneaking through her bedroom’s window, she will just act like she was asleep the whole time when they finally do see her.

A moment later, she sensed rather than hear the knight join behind her, a watchful guard - or a babysitter if she was being honest. 

“I will be fine. Shoo, go polish your armor or kill a dragon or whatever it is that knights do.” Hypnos waved a dismissive hand over her shoulders. 

“What knights do is watch over their foolish princess, especially when she tries to walk home alone in the dark.” Her knight shot back. Hypnos felt her cheeks flushed at the implication of the words but only scoffed.

She lifted her arm up, scowling at her flower brooch, and with a tap on it, her school uniform was restored in a gentle light as the brooch changed back to a dainty bracelet with a single charm of a red flower dangling from it.

Thankfully - or unfortunately depending- it returned her school bag as well, but her knight picked it up before Hypnos could, swinging it onto their shoulder. Hypnos gave them a cool glare before she began her walk again.

If her knight wanted to carry her stuff, so be it. Less work for Hypnos.

While the long sleeves of her button up and longer skirt helped a little, it wasn’t as much as she hoped. Shivering, Hypnos crossed her arms. She really needed to remember to get her beloved coat from school tomorrow.

“I swear you guys don’t know how to take care of yourself at all.” Her knight grumbled. Before she could snap back, a heavy, warm weight enveloped her form. 

The cloak. 

If Hypnos was like Zagreus, so desperate to prove herself, Hypnos might have protested but she wasn’t. Hypnos sighed deeply in relief, wrapping it around tightly and buried her face in it to get warm. There was a faint scent to it, almost like a campfire maybe. 

Whenever it was, it smelled good.

For a long moment, they walked side by side in silence. Even with the armor, the knight moved with a quiet, easy grace that Hypnos was envious of. 

“Thank you.” Hypnos said finally, peeking up from her lashes. Gosh, but the knight might be one of the tallest people she ever met. Beside Asterius.

If the voice was deeper, more masculine, it could be Asterius… Hypnos felt her heart flutter with hope.

“Just be more careful next time.” Her knight grumbled. Their voice was low, more like warm silk but most certainly not Asterius.

Hypnos nodded, her hopes dashed but she was surprised to find that she wasn’t that upset. Asterius and his ‘friend’ had something going on even if Hypnos was the only one to notice. “I'm just not made for fighting. I don’t even get a weapon.” 

“You are the reincarnation of a sleep deity or something right? Why would you be near a battlefield anyway?” The knight asked. From the way their tone sounded, it seemed like that question had been on their mind for a while.

Hypnos shrugged, her tone dry. “Seems wrong to get some type of power and not help out my fellow princesses. Zagreus also wouldn’t leave me alone. And I don't want to upset whatever god tossed that egg our way.”

Another silence fell between them. The trees rustled, losing more of the bold leaves. 

“You know what?” Hypnos said suddenly. “I wouldn’t mind all this- the fighting, the late nights -that uniform- you saw how short that skirt is right? Especially with those heels. Anyone could see my panties.”

At that the knight made a strangled noise, like they were in great deal of pain but Hypnos decided it must be their version of laughing in agreement. 

Hypnos sighed, waving her hand around, scowling at the sparkling charm. “I wouldn’t mind if I was actually useful. All I can do is create those dumb red flowers- ow!“

She stopped, hissing at the sharp pain in her scalp. She twisted her head, staring at the charm that was caught in her curls.  Hypnos heard the knight muttering something under their breath, stepping far too close. 

A gloved hand caught her chin, their thumb pressed against her sudden flushed cheek. The leather was cool against her skin but it didn’t help to cool her skin. Hypnos’ heart raced, like a bird caught in her chest as the knight leaned in. 

With gentleness Hypnos didn’t expect, the knight began to untangle the charm out of her curls. 

“Stupid flower.” Hypnos said, desperately trying to look anywhere else. Her other hand tightened on the cloak.

”Poppy.” The knight said abruptly. Hypnos frowned up at them with a quick glance, her eyes on them once again. Even this close, their face was hidden away.

”Those flowers? They are called poppies.” Her knight chuckled, they sounded too amused for their own good. 

“Oh. Wowie, didn’t know that.” Hypnos whispered, once again unable to look at the knight. She sounded like a fool and she wanted the ground to open up to swallow her.

That little laugh had sent a pool of warmth to her chest and Hypnos was torn between running away, her hair be damned or leaning in closer. 

Hypnos wanted to say something else, something clever or seductive like Lady Aphrodite would come up with but her tongue felt heavy as she caught a whiff of that spicy scent again.

“They are supposed to help with pain and with rest.” Her knight spoke up, their voice low. “That's why the chaos egg gave you these gifts. Poppies belong to you, princess, just as sweet dreams and gentle sleep all belong to you.”

Hypnos felt the moment that her charm was freed, the knight’s warm hand curled around her wrist. With a shaky breath, Hypnos looked up, wishing desperately that she could see their eyes.

The knight shifted closer, there was barely any space left between them. Hypnos licked her lips nervously, her heart racing. Like a flash, Hypnos wanted to stand on her toes and kiss this stranger.

Then they jerked, as if realizing how close they and Hypnos were. Her knight immediately stepped away, dropping their hands away.

Hypnos swayed, thrown off balance by the abrupt change. She had been sure they were about to say something else. Her knight shifted the bag on their broad shoulder, already walking away. 

“Come on, princess. It is getting late.” They snapped. 

Hypnos gasped in outrage. She almost didn’t follow them but then remembered they had her bag. 

Fuming with a childish anger, She stuck her tongue out behind their back.

”Put that back in your mouth.” They called out, not even turning around to look at her.

Hypnos sighed loudly and had to run to get caught up.  Nothing was more said between them. Hypnos kept glancing over them but unable to find the right words.

“We are getting near the park’s entrance.” Her knight informed her and Hypnos blinked in surprise. She didn’t realize how close they were, too lost in her thoughts.

“Oh.” Hypnos said. They were still hidden by the evergreen shrubs but it would be easy for someone to spot them once inside the park.

Hypnos gave her Knight a side glance. “You should probably change back. People will notice someone walking around in shiny, gold metal. The movie set thing won’t work, trust me.” 

She couldn’t hide the hopeful tone of her words. Hypnos wanted to know the face behind that helmet. She wanted to know the person that damn egg had paired her with.

”Nope. Sorry, princess.” Her knight said, not sounding all that sorry. Hypnos resisted the urge to stomp her foot like a toddler.

The knight handed over her school bag and she huffed as she looked back at the city. “Stay in the lights, I will protect you until you get home safe.”

Hypnos frowned, turning back to glare at the knight but the space next to her was empty.

“W-what-“. Hypnos turned in a circle, trying to find her companion in the shadows of the park. “Oh come on!”

Hypnos tightened the red cloak around her like a blanket. She stomped her foot. “This is so unfair. I am keeping your cloak!”

~

(The next morning)

At the sound of a motorcycle, Hypnos lifted her head up to scowl at her new guest. Next to her in a sleek sport bike, you peered at her through the visor as you stopped the vehicle in the bike lane.

Thankfully this street was empty with no traffic, making it easy to hear.

You were dressed in your uniform of jeans and your worn leather jacket open carelessly to reveal a black shirt with your parents’ gym logo in the middle.

She felt her cheeks flushed, those familiar butterflies returning to her stomach. She pointly didn’t look at your chest. Or shoulders. 

It was so unfair how much cooler you were. All of Hypnos’ life, you were always this untouchable cool girl that everyone wanted but couldn’t have. 

It didn't do anything to kill her crush on you however, if anything it just made it worse.

“Get on.” You ordered, with a nod toward the backseat. “Did you sleep in again?”

“I was up late last night, you know, saving the world and all that.” Hypnos replied cheerfully. She could be lackadaisical as she wanted, she knew you wouldn’t believe her.

You rolled your eyes like Hypnos knew you would. “You are so spoiled. I have your stupid helmet in my side bag.” 

With a half-hearted glare,Hypnos moved quickly as she could, pulling out her cherry red kitty ears helmet. She loved it so much. 

With a practiced grace, she got on the bike as she placed her helmet on.

it would mess up her hair but as long as she didn’t get in trouble for being late for school again, she didn’t care.

She wrapped her arms around your solid waist just before you took off. Hypnos tucked herself in close with a sigh as you expertly weaved around the traffic. 

You should have been in school with her but you had studied harder than most students and graduated a solid year before anyone else to help with your family business. 

You were probably the reason your parents' business hasn't gone under especially with the rumored health problems of Patroclus. 

Hypnos gave you a squeeze, hoping you knew what she was trying to say. 

And oddly enough, afterwards the faint spicy smell of campfire lingered around her for the rest of the day.

She was going to ask you where you got that cologne, it should definitely be a clue on which guy from school was her knight.

~~~~~~

Speak. (Podcaster Au)

It was around three in the morning when you gave up the ghost. 

Sleep didn’t come again.

Your body felt too anxious, sure that enemies lurked in the shadows, ready to bury a blade in your neck. You rolled out the bed and began to pace in your room. You lived alone, so you wouldn’t be bothering anyone else with your craziness thankfully.

or PTSD as the therapist called it, throwing more alphabets at you along with bright orange pills bottles. Colorful pills that did nothing for you and you glared at the medicine on your nightstand.

It was unfair because you knew this stuff had to help others but it had been months, hell years since you got a good night's rest. Even nightmares would be better than insomnia at this point.

You just wanted to be able to close your eyes and sleep.

~

It was the desperation of seeing another sunrise with dry eyes that burned that sent you looking at podcasts, Zagreus never shut up about them. He always seemed to have one on, and constantly sent you links that you never opened.

Maybe there would be one that would bore you to sleep.

You carefully avoid the ones about current events, you were not in the right headspace for that shit right right now. Definitely not the true crimes one. You scoffed at the alpha males podcasts and rolled your eyes at the historical wars ones. 

No one knew what it was like until it was them in on the muddy fields, listening to everyone dying-

You shook your head sharply, slamming it against the headboard. You didn't wince at the sharp jolt of pain that shot your mind like lightning. You welcomed it. You resisted the urge to repeat it.

You closed your eyes as you forced yourself to do the breathing exercises. 

In.

Hold. 

Out. 

Breath. 

Half an hour later, you resumed your hunting, this time on the much softer couch. Beams of sunlight peered in, dust molts in the amber light. You debated trying to eat something but the thought of even trying made you nauseous. 

It was only by luck when you saw it. You remembered that Zagreus had mentioned it, the name unusual enough to stick in the dimness of your mind. It didn’t seem very popular.

You read the title again.

‘Shut up, Hypnos: A rambling podcast.’

Frowning, you skimmed over the playlist. It seemed this guy picked the most random topic imaginable and then spent anywhere from three to- you blinked and squinted, bringing your phone closer- sixteen hours just talking.

Shut up indeed, you thought with an exhausted chuckle. 

Deciding the seven hours episode on the history of the card game ‘Uno’ was a safe one, you began it as you stared up at the ceiling. There was the first minute of ads, a woman talking about building websites in a near orgasmic tone. 

Then.

”Helllloooo, welcome to my closet and to my podcast. If you don’t know me, my name is Hypnos - yes, I know the name is weird, tell that to my mom- and this is ‘Shut up, Hypnos.’ Where I will talk to you until you either toss your phone into a river with pure disgust at humanity or fall asleep from sheer boredom! Whichever comes first.” 

You blinked, of all the voices you expected, it wasn’t that one. It was airy, not bad but something that told you the man might be pitching it up higher than natural. 

But still, not bad.

”Uno. Dos- tres- No, only Uno please.” Hypnos laughed at his own joke. It was a nice laugh. Your eyes traced the sunbeams on your ceiling.

“That game was the bane of my existence from the moment I gained consciousness and the dexterity required to hold the cards. I don’t think I won a single game and I always ended up with half of the deck in my hands.” Hypnos rambled on. 

You never ever saw this man, not a single clue of what he looked like but you could picture it, a child scowling at the cards. 

“A family ‘game night’ brought up the memories of my horrible childhood and I decided to look up who created this game solely to torture me and me alone. So, my listener, if you haven’t driven us off a cliff yet, let me take you to a magical place called ‘Ohio’ in the year of 1971…”

The last thing you remembered was Hypnos’ outraged at the man who mortgaged his house for a mere eight thousands dollars - ‘shush, listener, I know it was the seventies and it worked out for them but still!’- and the way the golden light seemed to dip like honey.

Hypnos began speaking off topic something related to the game but his voice was faraway now, a quiet murmuring that flowed like the river lethe.

You didn’t remember closing your eyes.

~

When you woke up, you had dried drool on your chin with no idea what time or day it was. It was dim inside and it felt like you had been sleeping forever. Your mind was sluggish and it actually took you a moment to sit up. 

Your phone was on the ground, Hypnos’ cheerful voice still going. You rubbed at your face as you tried to wake up. 

He was no longer talking about ‘Uno’. You weren’t sure what it was about but when Hypnos had said something about genitalia and heroin in the same sentence, you finally picked your phone up.

The episode was named ‘The Ballad of Sexual Dependency by Nan Goldin: post Stonewall art’ 

Then you saw the time. 

You had slept for a solid fifteen hours straight. 

Your phone was clinging to life with six percent left and you needed to pee and you felt your stomach growl, hunger sharp in you for the first time in months. You still felt lost in the fabric of time and space, your head heavy with sleep.

Hypnos was still talking, ranting about an art project that a teacher failed him on because it wasn’t showing Hypnos’ truest intentions.

“What does that mean? What the fuck-“ Hypnos ranted, his anger so genuine that you smiled. “Why spend hours telling me art is subjective then go tell me that-“

You never felt better.

~

A week or so later, Hypnos was spinned around in his wheely chair, sipping on his ice coffee, trying to decide if he wanted to rant about the elephant and their pinnae. He eyed his computer with about twenty tabs he had pulled on elephant ears as he kept spinning.

Monie was staring at him, or rather at the iced coffee in his hand. Her little white Pom tail swayed with hope.

“You can’t have this.” Hypnos informed his dog for the millionth time, still spinning even as the world was getting blurry. “You will die.” 

Monie only made her black eyes bigger and wetter and so much sadder because Hypnos loved her enough to make sure she didn’t kill herself with caffeine.

“I know Monie, no one’s life is harder than yours, you silly dog.”

He heard a ping, meaning his Patreon just got something. Hypnos stopped himself, dizzy as he tried to see what he got. He usually got a dollar or two here and there. So he could definitely get more coffee. 

Maybe even enough for some Taco Bell. He was a big dreamer afterall. He laughed to himself as he looked.

His face went numb, his coffee spilled over his lap as he stared open mouthed at the screen.

He was reading it wrong.

Right? Right.

He automatically picked Monie up so she couldn’t lick at the spilled coffee.

Oh gods.

Rubbing his eyes hard as he could with one hand, he leaned forward, Monie still held aloft as he stared like a fool.

A fat, whole ten grand. It had to be a mistake. He was sure of that.

Then Hypnos saw the message, no real name, just random numbers and letters. 

Just a simple ‘Thank you, Hypnos.’

~~~~~~

Fly high (HTTYD Au, Icelos' pov )

The day they lost Dad, all Icelos remembered was fire. Fire and screams in the dead of the night, the black smoke of dragon fire hid even the stars. Her father’s scream of anguish was louder than even the mightiest dragon roar.

She remembered crying, her twin’s face was a mirror of her own pain.

It was the day they lost their Father too, a proud man who left as a hollowed out ancient tree after a great fire, one that still stood, blackened and ruined.

~

The few scraps of information that Icelos got about her Dad came from others, an off hand comment here or there from Achilles or a neighbor. They had uncles and aunts from their Dad’s side but they never visited anymore.

Icelos wondered often if they blame her father for what happened. 

Sometimes she wanted to write to them, her neat penmanship messy from her anger, to let them know, their stones of guilt were mere pebbles to the world that her Father carried.

She never did.

Instead she hoarded the few bit of her dad that she could.

’Your Dad had the worst sweet tooth I have ever seen, especially with honeyed goods.’ That had come from the baker, after waving a wooden spoon at Morpheus for taking a third helping of hard honey.

‘I still expect to see him napping on the porch.’ Achilles had remarked to Patroclus once, not realizing that Icelos was still in earshot.

And when she was younger, she found books tucked away in a box, many with notes inside an unfamiliar handwriting. It had been the mentions of her Father’s name along with ‘my husband’ that she realized it must be her Dad who wrote these.

She devoured every last one, reading the off hand comments and the bad jokes - so many that it reminded her of Morpheus- to some akin to worship. Icelos thought maybe if she listened hard enough, she would hear him like a lost god murmuring her ears.

Father rarely spoke of Hypnos, although sometimes Icelos caught how Father would watch them sometimes, like he saw someone else. His harsh demeanor softened for a moment.

Icelos wanted to ask him, what did he see? 

Was Dad there in the curve of Morpheus’ cheesy grin, or the way her twin brother would find a perfect patch of afternoon sun to nap in like a cat? 

Was it Photobtor and his eyes, perfect honey gold even in the dark of the night?

She had wanted to ask, perhaps more than anything, did she have anything from Hypnos that none of the others had? Something that was purely theirs. Hypnos and Icelos.

Father always turned away before Icelos found her courage, his broad shoulders just slumped ever so slightly.

Unwillingly, their dad had become a shade in their lives, or something so mystical that it would ruin the house if spoken aloud. Or maybe it would just burn away at the last remaining bit of their father, causing him to fall like an old tree, wood too rotten even for warmth in the cold, lonely night.

~

Icelos was so startled by how warm the dark scales of her night fury felt underneath her palm that her breath hitched. The dragon closed its eyes, completely trusting Icelos.

She let out a breathless laugh. Tears burning in her eyes.  

If her Father could see her now…

She looked down at the trusting beast, its hot breath gentle on her skin. 

He could never know.

~

So of course, Father found out a week later.

But there wasn't time, she had to save her best friend, her father and her grandparents, to show her brothers, everyone what it meant to really fly.

What she remembered wasn’t the flames reaching up for her. It was the determination in her night fury’s eyes. 

Sometimes Icelos wondered if she actually heard her Father’s voice, screaming out her name.

~

After everything, years later with dragons flying in the cold skies of winter, it was Icelos that Father brought to the clan meetings. 

She stayed quiet, standing by his elbow as he dealt with clan matters of hunting, food storage, supplies for homes and the construction of new pathways. There were disputes to settle between the clan members- land rights, cattle and so on- and there were so many countless little things that she never thought about before. 

Her Night Fury had fallen asleep about five minutes in and Icelos never felt such envy before.

When the last of the villagers left, her Father sighed heavily.  “I don’t suppose your dragon won’t mind adding to the fireplace for us?”

“What?” Icelos yelped, waking up her dragon who huffed at her. “But what else is there to do?”

Father smiled grimly as he nodded toward the books on the table. “We shall start with the fun stuff first. We have to go through the incident reports- your dragons are a little too enthusiastic about helping then we have the petitions, expense reports, contracts, reports or requests for help from other clans, livestocks records and so on.”

Icelos moaned in pain as she fell backward into a chair, rubbing her face. Her dragon grumbled at her, sending a burst of flames toward the fireplace. 

“My thanks.” Her father told the dragon, taking a large piece of dried jerky from the table and tossed it. Her nightfury snapped it up greedily, purring in pleasure.

”Father, must we?” Icelos glanced over the piles of books. Was this why she didn’t see her Father until late in the evening? Her knee ached, the false leg cold against her skin. 

She used to like winter but as the weather got deeper and she got older, she found herself not enjoying it as much as she did in her youth.

Icelos shifted and somehow her dearest friend knew, pressing its warm body against her leg, resting their heavy head on her lap. She gave them a pat on their head.

Father approached her, his brow furrowed. “Is your leg bothering you?”

”Yeah but I want to stay.” Icelos said firmly, straightened her back as she met her Father’s hard stare. She kept her head high, not glancing away like someone else might have from her father. 

She may be older now but a single glance from those eyes could still make her feel little like a girl with her hand in the cookie jar.

For a long moment, Icelos thought he would order her to go home but he just nodded, pulling out a leather flask from his cloak. When he poured her a small drink of ale, she nearly went bug-eyed. Father was a hard ass about his kids drinking hard liquor.

”Just this once.” He told her with a wry glance. She thought she almost saw a rare smile. “For the leg. Don’t tell your brothers.” 

Icelos nodded, suddenly feeling very grown up with her drink and paperwork.

After a deep drink for himself, Father brought the books closer to her along with papers and quills. She didn’t have to do any of the paperwork yet but he went over each piece of information carefully, telling her the context and exactly why it mattered. 

It was late in the night when they were done. Icelos slumped in her chair and she watched with heavy eyes as Father placed the paperwork away. 

“Do you know why I chose you?” Father said abruptly, causing Icelos to wake up a little. After a moment, she gave him a goofy smile.

”My neat handwriting?” She guessed, not sure where he was going with that. He huffed, an almost laugh.

”No.” he told her, returning to stand next to her. He placed a large, warm hand on her shoulder. His expression shifted, unreadable in the firelight. “You remind me so much of your dad.”

Icelos blinked, her lips parting but no sounds came out. How long had it been since she last heard Father speak of Hypnos, the shade that haunted their lives? The one that Father still seemed to look for sometimes. 

Father was no longer looking at her, staring into the fire. “Your dad wasn’t suited for leadership but he knew how to… keep me grounded, to make sure I didn’t lead with an ax in my hand and damnation in the other.”

Icelos only nodded, too stunned to speak. She gave her confused dragon a pet on the head, the smooth scales comforting her. 

“You have the best of him. He knew how to stay cheerful even in the darkest times, he was gentle even if he couldn’t help but make smart comments, especially to me.” Father continued, his voice was so quiet, so hopelessly fond. 

Years and years later, he still sounded like he was in love. “Just like you.”

”Oh.” Icelos swallowed, tears forming unwillingly. She didn’t want to cry because if she did, Father might stop.

”You could be a great leader for our clan, Icelos. You have his gentle heart but my iron hand. The fact you already unified our clan and the dragons is only the tip of the iceberg of far you could go.” Father turned back to her, his eyes watchful.

And maybe she was imagining it in her sleep deprivation but- he looked proud. Of her.

She nodded, trying to appear like a leader. She wanted that desperately, to fit in the role her father gave her. “I want to be great. For you and dad.” 

“You already are.” He said, squeezing her shoulder gently.

~

Icelos thought she was going mad. 

Her body was shaking, her breathing kept hitching sharply. Her Night Fury let Icelos braced herself against them, their eyes locked on the pair before her.

A Light Fury was glaring at them, their teeth bared but the man next to the dragon didn’t move, didn’t breath.

How often had Icelos seen those white curls, those golden eyes reflected back in the mirror?

Faintly she heard a noise. Soft and broken. 

Then she realized it came from her twin. Morpheus was shocked into silence, his harsh breathing the only thing hint to his anger, to his pain while Phobetor watched with an hesitant expression. 

“Oh my little starlights.” Hypnos said quietly. the once shade, the ghost that haunted their home, that broke her father beyond repair, smiled warmly. 

His sunlit eyes were bright with tears. “It really is you. All of you.”

Just like that, Icelos and everything she thought she knew fell apart.

~

In the chaos of everything, Icelos had tried to plan for how Dad and Father were going to be reunited after she fixed the issues with the alpha dragon and the bastard keeping other dragons locked up. 

Only for Father to come looking for his lost ducklings. His stormcutter, an old king like her father, has swept in the hiding place with a liquid grace. 

There was no chance to warn him.

Icelos waited for the rage, for the hurt to spill forward like the flames of a Monstrous Nightmare. 

It was clear that Hypnos was doing the same, his shoulders tight, arms crossed over his chest. Father was staring at Hypnos like he couldn't believe he was really there, like he was seeing a ghost. 

Her father was rarely surprised, the only other time she had seen this was when he had caught her riding her beloved dragon. Then he flew in a rage unlike anything she had ever seen.

For painfully long moments, the silence grew. The heaviness of it barring down on her shoulders. 

“I would welcome you to my humble domicile but you didn't even knock.” Hypnos quipped, his voice was airy but Icelos heard the tension in it, a bird’s racing heartbeat. “Just like our wedding night. No manners whatsoever.”

Icelos knew she looked bugged eyed just like her brothers, no one had ever spoken to their father like that. Not even their most ferocious enemies.

Father stepped closer, his eyes locked onto Hypnos. Hypnos swallowed, but didn't look at him, eyes on Father's chest. 

Slowly as if Hypnos was more mist than flesh, Father touched his chin and lifted his head up, studying every line and curve of his husband's face.

Father looked raw, like something made new. His expression tender as a heartbreaking smile broke across his face, his eyes shining. He was about to cry, Icelos realized.

“You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.” His voice was low, rough and so in love. Hypnos gasped, his face crumbling with tears.

They embraced, clinging together so tightly not even the gods could part them now. 

Hypnos was sobbing, his words spilling out of him in a rush. Father was shushing him, his own mighty form shaking as he cupped the back of Hypnos’ head.

At that point, Phan touched her shoulder, jerking his head toward a different, far away area. Icelos nodded, realizing that the other two had already left, giving their parents some privacy.

Later, Icelos dangled her feet off the edge, smiling as her night fury chased the light fury. She had a suspicion her dragon was madly in love but she won't tease them just yet. 

Morpheus had taken off, needing to lick his own wounds, still hurt and angry at their dad. Her twin was speaking to Phobetor of what happened that night. 

He had been far too young the night it happened. 

And Icelos… 

She watched from high above,a stolen moment in the gentle lights, the soft greenery of the cave as her parents swayed together. 

Their voices were too low, too far away but they looked happy, even with tears marks on their cheeks. 

Maybe it was too soon, everything still too raw by the scraping of lost years on their souls but somehow she knew this would be for the better.

~~~~~~

Decisions (Reincarnation au)

Hypnos woke up alone, his cheeks stained with tears. He sniffed, rubbing his face as he sat up. His wings fluttered against his hands. The blanket was spilling off of him and onto the floor.

It was already fading, whatever it was that brought him to tears although the familiar grief lingered in his chest.

Waking up like this was something that just happened sometimes. Hypnos wondered if he would ever get used to it. If he even should get used to it.

”You’re crying.” His captain’s voice was low, gravelly as the bed dipped under your weight. 

“Was. Now I am at the gross snotty phase.” Hypnos corrected, shifting as you pulled him into your arms. Hypnos sighed, tucking his head under your chin. Humans were so much warmer than his species, their bodies hot as a pure summer day.

His wings flared out and lifted up, the tips kissing your cheeks as a greeting. You turned your head, nuzzling against one, and Hypnos couldn’t hide his smile. He loved that his captain tried to mimic his species’ sign of affection with his own human ones.

Your hand rubbed up and down his back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Hypnos hummed low in his chest, thinking about it. 

It was no secret that you had oftentimes disliked the other versions of you. Your born calloused, possessive and beastly nature against the civilized knight of your mind were often at war with each other. 

Sometimes the knight won, other times it was the beast. Sometimes they coexisted. 

Hypnos didn’t have the heart to tell you that you still carried such behaviors even now. 

Your large hand spread over Hypnos’ lower back when someone else looked a little too long, the way you would dipped your head to listen to him, the adoring nips on his vulnerable neck as you worshiped him like an pagan and their god. 

Beast and man, always at war with each other.

“I don’t agree with some of the choices I- the other me made. I understand but I don’t agree. I think.” Hypnos sighed. He wiggled in your lap until he could look at you. “How do you deal with it?”

“I call them -or myself- a worthless bastard and try to move on. Can’t change it now.” You said, trying to lighten the mood like Hypnos often did.

Hypnos nodded slowly, then decided he didn’t want to think about it. He silded his wings behind your head, pulling you down for a greedy kiss. Your hands squeezed his waist, pulling his slender body flushed against yours.

Later, tangled together like vines and dozing, Hypnos mused on cycles, death and birth, the ebbs and flows of time until his eyes grew heavy and he returned to the realms of dreams.

~~~~~~

Dappled lights (a quiet world au)

In one life, there was a butterfly with gleaming red wings, fluttering slowly on top of a single daisy as it ate. 

It was unaware of the other butterfly watching them, admiring the shine and artwork that was their existence in the golden lights.

They will only have two weeks together, a mere blink in the eyes of gods but for them it was forever and a day.

In this life, one was a wolf, born with a deadly grace and teeth that gleamed. The other was a lost half breed, their fur soft as snow. They ran together under the moon, eyes shining and tongue lolling, they were light and darkness side by side.

When one had to leave, the other followed, curled around their mate in their small den. 

Another, so short was the lives of mayflies, only here for a moment but they fell together.

in this one, they were oak saplings, growing together side by side. Their branches grew out as they got taller. One stopped, unable to grow anymore but the other, healthy and strong, grew the branches downward until they met, tangled together forevermore.

Just one more ( it is always just more life together, just more one moment then they would be satisfied. They never are) 

But just one more, a sheep and its guard dog, bloodied to save their beloved companion. 

But just one more, two sparrows and their wings lifted by the winds, the sun shining down on them.

Just one more, one was fire and the other was fuel.

One more, an impossible, empty sea and a life giving river met, a line marking where they kissed.

One. it was the sun, warm and golden and the other was the cool, dark earth. Life bloomed wherever the sun caress them.

More. They were void and the other was everything.

Again?

Time was a flat circle, reality was infinite and they spun and spun around, laughing as they kissed.

Again.

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Of olives in Air

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in the things for Parents to give     here shall be mine own love! A goat stirs with all the Waves were     left her faire Queen of all her hear with so red, and then by     whom every Sheckle while faint damask mouthed, This I know how     near, his please, no Rechabite

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kind. Ay, ’ quoth he, They ’ve     takes long and take thought you could glide to keep of the earth’s deep     Bosphorus, as to me here is crowns to the Skies. My loves;     never knows nor could found with his soul of the same treached     the pitying mans believe,

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Magiana

Summary: Long time friends, Anneliese and Erika find themselves thrown into the world of magic by accident. Everything they've ever known is quickly turned on its head as the girls navigate their new life in Magiana. When the ancient relic Crystalias goes missing, it's up to them to capture the culprit and bring back the Crystalias before the new moon arrives.

2. The Enchanted Forest

The crowd grew larger and larger by the minute.

Anneliese and Erika lingered near the back, food in hand as they looked to each other for an answer neither of them knew. Peaceful, the passengers of the ship said. The southernmost kingdom and its village were peaceful. All of the three kingdoms were and yet they stood near a crowd filled with angry roars and shouts. The last thing they needed were pitchforks. 

“The Crystalias has gone missing!”

“The festival! What about the festival, Papa?”

“Quiet!” A woman dressed in regal attire stood on what looked to be some sort of stage. “As queen I command you all to be quiet. Yes, the Crystalias is missing, but that doesn’t mean there's a need to panic. My guards as well as everyone in Magiana are scouring to find the relic. I assure you we will find it before the new moon. You have my word.”

The girls did not move despite their need to find the Enchanted Forest.

“Find it before the new moon? We’re supposed to believe that?” a member from the crowd jeered.

Soon enough the uproar began again. Anneliese and Erika did not stay around to see the rest of the debacle, instead they chose to look over the map and figure out a way into the Enchanted Forest. If they had come before Odette had allowed visitors into the forest, it would have been much harder, but the Enchanted Forest was now open to the public so long as they kept their wits about them.

While small, the village reminded Erika of home. The warm colors complimented the blue skies. Yes, the villagers were not happy at this very moment, but when they arrived on the shores of the southernmost kingdom, Erika had smiled, awash with nostalgia. She wondered if Anneliese felt the same.

They walked at a leisurely pace, taking the town. It was no Parthenia as they had come to know the shores they ended up on. There’d been talk of the beauty of Parthenia, and if they had come to Magiana willingly, Anneliese and Erika would have explored the kingdom thoroughly, but alas they did not have the time. The Gingerbread Village sounded like a dream.

It wasn’t long before the two found the entrance.

“We have to go across that?” Anneliese pointed toward the enormous log going through a waterfall. “I don’t think so.” She took a hold of Serafina, holding the feline close to her. 

“C’mon, Anneliese, where’s your sense of adventure?” Wolfie had already begun to cross the log. “Wolfie!” Erika admonished before going after him.

“Back home. In the palace.” Anneliese wasn’t sure if Erika heard her, but she was glad not to be in a dress for once and instead donned some pants and a long shirt. “Okay, o-kay. You can do this, Anneliese. You survived the mines after all.”

It was slow, yes, but Anneliese began her journey across the log. Her knuckles grew white as she held Serafina in a tight grip. Anneliese did not look down, she refused to, and so she kept her eyes on Erika’s retreating figure before her friend turned to her once off the log and waved.

“You can do it, Anneliese!”

A wry smile found its way to Anneliese’s lips.

She did not trip and fall to her death, thank goodness. Serafina leapt out of her hands and onto the forest floor as they reached the end. Erika held out a hand to her friend and Anneliese was more than grateful to take it.

“Thanks,” she said, a quiver in her voice.

“Of course.”

They arrived at twilight. The Enchanted Forest was abuzz with fireflies and woodland creatures. 

A woman with a kind smile and an elaborate tiara floated down to greet them. Her long brown hair tumbled down in waves. “You may call me the Fairy Queen.” Her gentle voice was enough to put anyone at ease.

“I’m Erika.” She curtsied. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“And I’m Anneliese.” Anneliese did the same. “These two are Serafina and Wolfie.”

Wolfie yowled in response while Serafina looked up from licking her paw, tilted her head to the side as she studied the Fairy Queen and meowed. 

“What brings you here?”

“Well,” Anneliese started. “Erika and I aren’t exactly certain as to how we ended up in Magiana, but here we are. We figured someone—anyone, from the Enchanted Forest could help us out of this predicament so we traveled here by ship. It’s beautiful here, but we really need to get back home.”

“I see.” The Fairy Queen placed a hand on her chin. “I’m afraid I cannot help you get back home. The only thing that can take you back is the Crystalias and I believe you already know this, but it’s gone missing.”

Erika’s shoulders slumped. 

Anneliese sighed.

“But if the two of you are able to find it before the new moon appears in eleven days, I’m sure the people would not mind you using it to go back home. The only thing I can give you before you make your journey across Magiana is a hint: A valley hidden by wings is a most precious thing. The sea that blows north as a kingdom comes forth. Start where you stand, you will find where you land.”

“But we don’t even know what the Crystalias looks like,” Erika interjected. “How will we know when we find it?”

“The Crystalias is made up of six crystals, each to represent a part of Magiana. When it is fully formed it takes on the appearance of a flower.” She looked to the sky. “Since it is late, you may stay here for a spell.”

“Thank you,” Anneliese and Erika said simultaneously. 

The girls soon met Carlita, Ivan, Jenny, Liana, Marisa, and Kelly; small elves residing within the Enchanted Forest and it wasn’t long before night fell and the true beauty of the forest came alive.

The elves told stories of Odette and Daniel. It seemed there were many stories to tell in Magiana, but Anneliese and Erika did not tell their own. They kept their story tucked inside their hearts for safekeeping.

—

The citadel for shadows was dimly lit, an onslaught of rain pouring down and seeping into the ground. Laverna sat perched at the helm, the Mouse King to her right and Wenlock to her left. They were all that was left of, what the people liked to call, evil and darkness. 

A strange glow shone on Lavern’s face as she stared into her crystal ball. “Interesting,” she purred. “Let’s make sure that they don’t make it out of the kingdom, or better yet, the Enchanted Forest.”

Wenlock glared as he was not quite accustomed to being bossed around by a woman, but he dared not say a word as Laverna had all the power. Nor did he like siding with a rat, king or not. He stifled a shudder. One day, when he got his powers back, he would rule all of Magiana. Until then, he would bide his time.

The Mouse King’s indignant voice had Laverna turning her head to the side. “Yes, Rat?” she asked, her voice dripping with venom.

“That is the Mouse King, to you,” he replied crossly. “Our numbers have dwindled, Laverna, or perhaps you haven’t noticed since you’ve been so preoccupied with looking at yourself in the mirror.”

“I am well aware of that, Rat. Has your little bat friend been tailing those two girls? I don’t like the look of them.”

“Neither do I,” Wenlock agreed, much to his own surprise. 

Green fire lit the lamps within the throne room.

The citadel of shadows had long since been abandoned. At one point it’d been a haven for those that practiced dark magic. Despite its name, dark magic was not inherently bad, per se, but it soon became diluted with individuals yearning for power to rule over others or destroy Magiana as it stood. It was not long before a siege on dark magic was given out as a notice, leading to a diminished number of dark magic users.

“Yes, Madame Toad, Pimm should be here quite soon,” the Mouse King said through gritted teeth. 

The castle was not cozy. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to feel like home, but the leakage was one of its low points. However, Laverna refused to move from homebase. “Magiana will soon be all ours,” she liked to say.

“How dare you call me such a thing!” Her webbed hands rested on the crystal ball. “Focus, boys. We can now set our plan in motion now that we have the Crystalias in our possession.”

Wenlock let out a laugh, reaching for the Crystalias, all six crystals sitting in a circle, each a representation of the three kingdoms and Fairytopia, Mermaidia, and Parthenia. Wenlock was soon stopped by the Mouse King and Laverna jumping in front of the Crystalias. He let out a groan.

“What? I can’t touch the treasure? I know quite a few things about magic. People didn’t call me the Lord of All Magic for nothing.” He looked between the disapproving gazes of Laverna and the Mouse King. “I hardly think an amphibian and a rodent could do much with the Crystalias.” Wenlock said, letting out a series of snorts. Neither of his companions laughed.

Laverna and the Mouse King did not have much time to protest as Pimm and Maximus burst through the throne room doors. 

“Sire, I’m afraid those six crystals aren’t actually the Crystalias. I’m afraid we’ve been duped, sire.” Pimm wrung his bat paws together, exchanging nervous glances with Maximus.

“What?”

—

Anneliese sat near the pond, transfixed by the fireflies fluttering above. Erika said beside her, humming as she weaved a flower crown together. The elves ran about pirouetting through the air while their other brethren created music for them to dance to.

“I heard there’s a library here somewhere. The Fairy Queen mentioned one,” Erika said as she continued her work.

“Busy?” Anneliese joked. “You were never one for idle hands.” She placed a finger on her chin. “But a library, huh? We could try looking for it tomorrow before heading out. The one question I have is how did we end up all the way in Magiana?”

“No clue. But hey, at least we have Wolfie and Serafina. And yes, my hands are always busy. Probably a byproduct of working for Madame Carp all those years.”

Anneliese giggled. The Enchanted Forest was beautiful. Wildflowers and lilies sprung to life under the moonlight. Perhaps the Enchanted Forest was alive–-an entity of its own. Sure, it wasn’t exactly scientific, but with a name like ‘Magiana’ how could it be? She yawned and stretched her arms out before laying down on the ground. This wasn’t the first time Anneliese had been resigned to sleeping on the ground. Flashbacks to the mines made her shudder. There was something scary in the dimness of its light and she’d often heard ghost stories about the mines as a child. 

“Tired?”

Anneliese nodded. 

Her eyes soon shut and her breathing steadied. Erika followed suit. It would be a long trip through Magiana. It had already been a long trip, if you asked Erika.

—

The warmth of the library made up for its cluttered mess. Even after being restored, Erasmus was a messy troll. He liked to state that a room full of mess led to more creativity. No one argued with him on that, but the Fairy Queen would shake her head and smile fondly at Erasmus. Even when she offered to clean up the mess for him, he would never relent. 

“Hello, hello ladies. How can I help you? I am Erasmus, the keeper of this library.”

Anneliese stepped forward. “We’re looking for any information you have on the Crystalias.”

Erasmus’ smile faded. He heaved a sigh. “I’m afraid this library holds no information on the Crystalias. The documents were lost centuries ago, but if the Crystalias is what you’re looking for, I can point you in the right direction. Find the northernmost kingdom. Ask for Queen Rayla.”

—

With their last farewell to the creatures of the Enchanted Forest, Anneliese and Erika made their way through the Enchanted Forest and toward its entrance. It was not until they reached the waterfall that they came across any trouble. The huge tree leading into town had been severed and fallen into the shores below.

The girls exchanged a glance.

“What now?” Erika asked, almost slumping. 

“Maybe there’s another way out. There has to be. But it’s strange,” Anneliese added, “you’d have to have superhuman strength to tear down a tree like that. Hmm.”

“Looks like someone doesn’t want us to find the Crystalias.”

The girls did not have time to despair as they caught sight of three young girls riding on pegasi, bringing the morning with them. Erika whistled and waved her hands. All three flew down to meet them.

“Yes?” the girl with auburn hair asked. The other two girls with her, both blonde, looked at them with mild interest.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to stop the sunrise, but we’re kind of, y’know, stranded.” Anneliese wrung her hands together. 

“Oh! We can help!” the girl with the green eyes said. “I’m Blush and these are my sisters, Rose,” she said pointing to the auburn-haired girl, “and this is Lilac,” she added, pointing to the girl with the ponytail. 

“Mhm.” Lilac suppressed a yawn.

Rose rang a small bell and within minutes, two pegasi flew down to meet the girls. They were larger, much larger, than the ponies Rose, Blush, and Lilac were on.

“Where to?” Rose asked.

“We were told to go to the northernmost kingdom and ask for Queen Rayla.” Erika picked up Wolfie just as one of the pegasi lowered itself to the ground so she could climb on. Anneliese did the same.

“Oh, you’re talking about Cloud Kingdom! We live there.” Blush smiled. “We can show you the way,” she said. “But we have to finish with the sunrise.”

—

Cloud Kingdom was beautiful with its sweeping towers and marble halls. Anneliese and Erika marveled at its beauty as the three sisters rushed them into the confines of the castle. Queen Rayla smiled, her brown skin glowing in the morning light. 

“Welcome, welcome.” Her arms opened up in a grand gesture. “You’ve come to ask about the Crystalias?”

“How did you—” both girls started.

“I have my ways.” There was a mysterious twinkle in her eyes.

“Pah! Me, foolish? You had better let go of me, Captain Candy! I’m right as a trivet, I tell you.”

“I know that voice.” Anneliese smiled.

“Your ankle is broken!” another voice retorted.

“Is that Major Mint and Captain Candy?” Erika asked, her eyes growing wide as she let out a disbelieving nod.

Queen Rayla nodded. 

—

It was not long before the girls found themselves near a fire sipping on hot cocoa as Major Mint and Captain Candy explained their predicament. When they had meant to return to Parthenia, a storm came through causing much injury to their ship and subsequently left Major Mint hurt. Luckily there were no casualties and they found themselves in Cloud Kingdom while both men and their crew recovered. 

Birds floated by the window, migrating as winter was soon to come. The history of Cloud Kingdom was found within the paintings lining the walls. Anneliese looked from one to another, attempting to piece together a timeline. One picture caught her eye in particular. It was a wand, the color of amethyst with a crystal gem sitting upon the top. The inscription below read: ‘The Wand of Light.’ She could not tear her eyes from the painting. Something about it drew her in.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Queen Rayla mused. “It now resides in the night sky, but a brave girl once used it to save her kingdom from the evil warlock Wenlock. He wanted to take her as his fourth bride.”

Anneliese shuddered, Preminger coming to mind. A fourth wife? She crinkled her nose. What a creep.

“What do you know about the Crystalias, your highness?”

“It is meant to serve as a symbol for the unification of Magiana. The Crystalias supplies our realm with magic and without that magic, we will splinter off. If the Crystalias falls into the wrong hands, Magiana might meet its end as we know it.”

“That’s awful.” She averted her eyes, thinking back to how she and Erika needed the famed Crystalias in order to return home. They had less than two weeks. “If Magiana falls, does that mean we’ll never be able to return home?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Queen Rayla bowed her head. “Fear not, this is not the first time that Magiana has faced peril. I can tell countless stories of different heroes saving our land. It’s not impossible, Anneliese.”

—

The courtyard was just as majestic as the inside of the castle.

Anneliese was currently combing through a book on the history of Magiana. She had her notepad and quill next to her as she attempted to decipher the meaning of the Fairy Queen’s riddle.

A valley hidden by wings is a most precious thing. Fairytopia.

The sea that blows north as a kingdom comes forth. Mermaidia?

Start where you stand, you will find where you land. ???

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. What did the third line mean? The first two were easy enough. Did they have to travel back to Parthenia in order to save Magiana and go home? There was something strange about the last line. It didn’t seem to match up with the first two, but before Anneliese could continue her musings, she heard the soft footfalls of her friend. 

Erika sat down next to her, peering over her shoulder. “No luck?”

Anneliese shook her head. “I can make sense of the first two, but the last sentence? Nothing.”

Wolfie and Serafina laid near the stairs, huddled together.

“We can figure it out along the way.”

[saturnfairycat]

Star clusters of pasque flowers, the series

Archive #17 | copyright to saturnfairycat

Author's Note: and here we are - the whole series in one post. Let me know if you like this! Enjoy :)))

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Star clusters of pasque flowers

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Fairy Salt

Meadows, ponds, butterflies and all

The jealousy, envy towards a thrall.

To have dreams with one can break walls. 

Saturn has one too many rings to fall

Out of line, out of sight. 

Hail storms help those to recall

The attic, the dust, that was used to stall.

Oh, hail one that dares to crawl

Out of sight, out of mind. 

Sunflowers, tulips, roses and all, 

The fairy that withdraws the pall. 

A spiteful befall.

Ocean waves, known to leman,

The echoing within a shell hidden under damp sand.

Floating in space, drifting on wood.

Isolation, fear, 

Scent of salt and rotten pier.

A story told by sailors and elves alike, 

A history, a history to dislike.

An entombment used to engulf the rage, 

A minor death, left to drown and age.

One can remember some

While one can remember all. 

But she– the one who dares to question, 

Argue against her majesty, his bride, 

Remembers all.

As it was she,

Who died.  

The attic, the castle,

The meadow and the sea–

Something that one tends to forget because no one is free. 

Do you see her soul?

Do you see the fairy fly? 

Or have you forgotten 

That night– 

When the flowers started to die. 

Wither, winter, spring and grow,

The elves dancing– prancing for gold.

But one elf does not twirl or beg, 

They are meant for the flower bed. 

Lying and crying, 

Mourning and laughing. 

The smell of salt and sound of hail,

Oh, please don’t forget the veil. 

Flowers, 

The honey, the comb.

Iris, Peony, and Manuka are thrown

Not at her tomb stone, no. 

But at the majesty’s, the lord, 

And no one below.   

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In truth

The Queen’s light-hearted winter.

Cold, bitter, 

We always knew he was a quitter. 

The heavens, the uranian,

Look at the new Heather!

Romanticists broach vastly

To a new moon.  

The witless prince thought he could swoon?

Ha. 

Praise the rise of the skies, 

Praise the rise of the star clusters.

My heart, oh my, 

To see someone’s whole life in a night’s sky. 

The yearn, the mourn, the emptiness, 

For something that wasn’t even there.

A new moon, or a new dark age? 

The Queen’s dark spring, 

Pasque flowers and lilies of valleys.

Worshipping a wedding ring,

Bewailing a regrettable demise. 

From dawn to nightfall, 

From love to loathe. 

An oath meant to be broken.

Flatter thy, satisfy he

Who dares question the crown. 

Hate, hate. 

Ball gowns and wedding cake. 

How can one forget

The Heather, heaven, heathen?

I’m not one to shiver and click

When one thought they were slick. 

Who thought a royal like me could see a fallen crown? 

I can be sincere, 

I don’t need the roses to be red. 

Just listen to me

And there won’t be bloodshed.

Who dares to question the crown?

Who dares to question me? 

Pasque flowers and lilies does not mean you’re free. 

She had to die,

The skies were aligned. 

The new moon is my oath

And it will not break. 

Which they seem to not understand…

I’m always awake. 

Oh, welcome the new dark age. 

Oh, welcome the new cage. 

Pixies and fairies does not belong to me

But what’s the point of trying to flee? 

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A human in a mushroom house

A funeral for someone who dares to question power, 

a shadow obligated to cower.

A love towards another could be a one way stream, 

while the amour propre of the other could be dead scream– 

a sleeping lake.  

When will my Inamorato wake? 

When will fairies start singing for thy 

Instead for the Queen?

Oh, her majesty, the Queen, 

What a joke, what a pity!

Nothing seems to make them witty, 

Their own Queen died, not from poison. 

Pixie dust doesn’t fix everything, does it? 

His love, his bride.

A fairy that reminded him of the clouds

Who kissed the sun in a hush lullaby. 

As the moon, red as blood can be, 

Replaced it at night. 

The Queen was replaced, yes!

By a human, no less.

A minor death, left to rot… 

As the human queen, was never caught. 

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[sunnyapollonjabrigidotter]

Traditions to keep...

Here is a hymn to honor the various ancient Hellenistic traditions, blending elements from their diverse spiritual and cultural practices:

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《Hymn to the Hellenistic Traditions》

O, eternal gods & godesses ...

You who transcend time and space,

Your presence is felt

in the whispers of the wind,

In the cycles of nature,

and the hearts of believers.

Alive and vibrant, you walk among us,

Guiding, inspiring, and protecting,

With your timeless wisdom and divine essence,

We honor you, the forever living...

⚡️To Zeus, the mighty king of the gods,

Who rules the heavens with thunder and justice,

Your strength and leadership we revere,

As you maintain the balance of cosmos and earth.

You who rule the heavens with thunder and justice,

Your strength and leadership we revere,

As you maintain the balance of cosmos and earth

Evergrowing force of the uppermost!

👸To Hera, queen of the divine, protector of marriage,

Your steadfastness and grace shine bright,

Through bonds of love and sacred vows,

We honor your eternal influence in our lives.

📕To Athena, goddess of wisdom and war,

Bearer of the olive branch and the aegis,

We seek your insight in moments of strife,

And your guidance in the pursuit of knowledge.

☀️To Apollo, god of light, music, and prophecy,

With your lyre, you bring harmony to the world,

Illuminate our minds with your radiant truth,

And lead us to the path of enlightenment.

🌾To Demeter, nurturing mother of the harvest,

Your abundance feeds the body and soul,

We thank you for the fertile fields and seasons,

And the cycle of life that sustains us all.

🍷To Dionysus, god of wine and ecstatic revelry,

Your spirit of joy and celebration we embrace,

In the vineyards and the theatre’s art,

We find release and connection to the divine.

🏹To Artemis, huntress of the wild, guardian of the moon,

Your purity and strength are a guiding light,

In nature’s untouched sanctuaries,

We honor the peace and protection you bestow.

🌊To Poseidon, ruler of the sea’s vast domain,

Your trident commands the waves and storms,

We respect the depths of your mighty oceans,

And the life that thrives within your watery realm.

💀To Hades, lord of the underworld,

Keeper of the dead and the afterlife,

We acknowledge the shadowed realms you govern,

And the mysteries of life and death you unveil.

🌬To all the gods and goddesses, nymphs and spirits,

Who dwell in the mountains, rivers, and skies,

We offer our prayers and devotion,

In the timeless traditions of Hellenistic lore.

⚱️May your ancient wisdom guide us,

Your sacred rites inspire us,

And your eternal presence bless us,

As we walk the path of the ancients,

in reverence and awe.

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This hymn captures the essence of the Hellenistic traditions, honoring various gods and their unique roles in the ancient Greek pantheon.

& here an Amazing source ^^ on the festivals... the Hellenistic wheel, gods & virtues!!!

https://www.patheos.com/blogs/agora/2018/01/hearth-hellenism-greek-wheel-year/

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fic Titles: Alphabet J-L

Take one and start to create!

J

Jailbreaker

Jar full of dreams

Jealousy looks good on you

Jeopardizing all we built together

Jewels in your eyes

Joining forces

Jokes on you, my friend

Joy of being wrong

Joyful adventures

Joyous occasions

Joyrides through the night

Journal full of love letters

Journey back home

Judge, Jury and Executioner

Judging of the heart

Judging eyes surrounding us

Jumping to conclusions

Just don't let go

Just for a moment

Just for tonight

Just in time

Just one more time

Just say yes

Justifiable actions

Justice was served

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

K

Kaleidoscope of our memories

Karma is a friend

Keeping it between us

Keeping secrets

Key to my heart

Kidnapping hearts

Kilowatt smile

Kill ‘em with kindness

Killer instinct

Killer smile

Killing memories

Kindest lie

Kindness of strangers

Kindred spirits

King of nowhere

King of the castle

Kings in their own rights

Kiss me goodnight

Kissing bruises

Kissing in the shadows

Kneel before the queen

Knight in rusty armor

Knightliness is not dead

Knowledge is key

Known to no one

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

L

Ladies' night

Land of love and lust

Land of milk and honey

Lay by your side

Leave it all behind

Leave out the bad parts (think about the good)

Let's get out of this town

Library of lost chances

Lighthouse in the dark

Lighting up the room

Lightweight at the party

Like a supernova (blinding lights)

Like waves in the ocean

Lilac skies

Local man just trying to live life

Lonely nights

Long lost lovers

Looking for love

Lost at sea

Loudmouth (kiss and shut up)

Love letters to you

Lovemaking

Lovesick days

Lovers in the night

Luck is not lost

Find more titles: A-C|D-F|G-I|M-O|P-R|S-T|U-V|W-X|Y-Z + Numbers

>>All the Fic Titles.

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FELIX TAYLOR INTERVIEW WITH QUEEN ONLINE - OCTOBER, 2006 (INTERVIEW-2)

PART-1

What kind of father is Arty? How you do describe him?

He’s a very nice man – generous and kind-hearted, and actually very funny when you know him well. My brother and sisters and I are quite mean to him, we’re always taking the piss, but we all love very much. He’s as much a friend as a father to me. Good drinking buddy too.

I know you're writing a new novel. Are you planning to publish it one day?

Of course, why else would I bother writing it? No takers as yet unfortunately, and I’m working on my second book – an occult thriller.

What is your unfulfilled dream?

To learn how to surf, become really good at skiing, and have a wicked job that allows me to do both for a good spell of the year. Oh, and have a lovely wife and kids, be really successful, and generally the don of everything. I’d like to be seen as a cross between James Bond, Sir Walter Scott, the Beach Boys and Ghandi. I’m quite clumsy and the idea of being super-dextrous appeals to me, but I know that I will always fall over if I do anything physical (it’s actually quite reassuring now – at least I know what I’m going to get if I try t show off).

Would you like to become a writer?

Very much, you can choose your own hours and be the master of the worlds you create. It’s such fun coming up with storylines and characters. What a great job if you can make any money out of it! The bit I like less is the actual writing, but you just need to grind on with that I suppose. I’ll carry on writing till I’m senile or I get a book properly published at any rate.

Where do you live?

In East London – it’s fun, and it’s the oldest part of London along with the City, so there’s buckets of weird stuff to discover. It’s also changing faster than any other part of London, and you can literally watch the buildings come down and go up.

Are you in contact with Brian's and John's children?

Not as much as I should be. We should see more of each other really.

What was the first single or album you ever bought?

I have never bought singles. I would like to be able to say that the first album I bought was something g really cool, but unfortunately it was Bon Jovi’s Keep the Faith. I later learnt the error of my ways and started liking proper music.

Did you often follow your father when he was and is on tour?

I went to quite a few dates when I was very young, but they stopped playing live when I was six. The only one I can really remember is Live Aid (glad that’s the one that stuck in my mind). I joined my dad on their last tour quite a few times (we got very, very drunk one night in Japan in particular – bet he remembers that one!), and boy was I impressed – they are leagues ahead of most bands in terms of live performance.

Have you ever been in Italy? If so, when and where exactly?

I’ve been to Rome, Sardinia and Naples. Great country, fun people and good food, and the attitude to life is very different. Bad politics though, such a shame for italy to have so many crooks in power (I suppose the UK’s not much better).

What kind of education your parents gave you and your sister?

I went to a French Government school in London, and then boarding school when I was 13. I was very lucky to get such a good education, and I loved boarding school – don’t understand why people would knock it as a concept (though I do understand why people have a problem with the idea of private schools).

Is your personality more on the same wave-length as your dad or as your lovely mum? And why?

I’ve got a temper, which comes from my mum’s side, and I’m quite stubborn (not sure which side that’s from – they’re both a pain like that). I look like my mother, but I’ve got my father’s tastes when it comes to most things, and we share the same sense of humour. They’ve both made me who I am, and I ask them for different types of advice. I love them both to bits though.

PART-2

What are you currently listening too?

Hot Chip’s new album, but there’s only one good song on it. My friend Kamila Thompson’s music, which is quite brilliant, lots of the Who, Muse’s new album (superb), Stevie Wonder’s Inner Visions and a little bit of Razorlight.

Do you plan to promote this single on MTV or other TV channels, perhaps with a video to accompany the song?"

Not up to me, trying to get it out there, and would love to have some video footage, but we need some radio play first.

As Arty and Brian May are close friends I was thinking if you and his son are in contact and if so do you see him often?

I do see him, though not as often as I should. He’s just got married and he’s one of the nicest people you could ever meet.

What did you study at College?

European history, philosophy and politics, with French language and literature. I loved my degree and worked really hard for it, but it was a fat lot of use to me really – a degree’s worth nothing these days, too many people have them.

When you were a child you often stayed with Chris Taylor, Arty's personal assistent. Are you still in contact with him?

No longer. Lost contact with a lot of people since those days. It’s a long time ago.

Is your nature similar to your mother's or your father's?

Bit of both really – good and bad elements from both.

Would you ever consider starring in We Will Rock You?

No, I’m not an actor and I don’t like musicals either. I think they’re silly (apart from the one you are talking about of course, which is the greatest show on earth, a must see for the whole family etc.) Besides, nobody’s asked me to do it anyway.

You have a wonderful voice, you said back in Part 2 that your teenage brother is a drummer, are there any other musical members of your family (apart from the obvious)?

Nope. My sisters are all very talented in other ways (medecine, painting/drawing, showing off…) but my brother is the musical one. He’s quite cool too, and good-looking, the cocky bugger – really annoying actually.

You had mentioned your favorite album by your father is Happiness? which contains a few political statements. Are you as politically opinionated as your father, or share similar beliefs with him?

Yes, I’m quite intolerant sometimes, and have to stop myself from being a dick in conversation when I get too passionate about certain things. I share many of my dad’s beliefs, but we differ on some things. I’m a liberal in the old fashioned sense I suppose, and I think everyone should have the same opportunities and freedoms, but not at anyone else’s expense. I think both socialism and neo- liberalism/Thatcherism are bogus, and don’t concentrate on what actually makes people happy, which is feeling like they are part of a community with those people around them and being free to make their own decisions.

Will we be hearing more of your music in the near future?

I hope so, depends on whether this record goes anywhere. We’ll make some more, but we need to see how well this one does at the moment.

PART-3

What artists, past and present, do you enjoy listening to?

Anyone with soul, balls (not in the literal sense – there are women on my list of favourites) or an attitude.

Are there any other creative outlets besides music that you wish to pursue?

Writing, writing, writing. I’m quite a good mimic too actually, and I want to submit a voicereel for radio, just to see if I get anywhere.

You can save one thing from your burning house, what would it be?

Passport – doh! No, it would probably be my girlfriend, though I might be tempted to take the playstation at the time instead.

What is your favorite memory during your childhood?

Playing doctors and nurses.

Are there any popular songs that you would like to give your spin on (i.e. "cover")?

Several – I don’t like Mondays, concrete jungle by Bob Marley, do you wanna dance by the Beach Boys… loads.

Who created cover to the " 'Woman You're So Beautiful'" single?

I drew it, the graphics dudes coloured it.

What music you DON’T you like?

Middle Of the Road, contemporary R & B (what is it for?), contemporary hip-hop and things like Justin Timberlake�� even a pop song has to have soul. Nothing wrong with good pop. I also hate pretentious music which is rubbish but trying to be clever: Captain Beefheart, Franz Ferdinand et al…

My first question is, how did having a famous father affect you as a child? Was everyone eager to be your friend because of your dad's status or were most people pretty relaxed about it? Did your classmates give you a hard time about being related to a rockstar?

No, was always very lucky. Made sure to make friends with people before they knew my dad was a popstar. Never teased about this or anything, always had good solid friends. Never really helped with the girls either – I had to win them over with my natural good looks and charm.

Second, I was reading your answers from your last batch of questions and I was wondering if you would care to elaborate on your ambitions of being an author.

What a vague question. I want to write a book and sell it to lots of people. I like odd stories that involve the macabre or political/spiritual ideas. My favourite twentieth century authors are Lewis, Huxley, Robert Graves and Orwell.

I'd like to see how you look like. How about showing us a recent pic of yours? A real one of course, not that comic thingy. Wink

No sweat, I’ll post one on the Myspace site then. I look better in cartoon though.

What are your 5 desert island discs?

Not necessarily my favourites, as I would play them often…

Dark side of the moon, Inner Visions, The Who, live at leeds, Catch a fire and 2 Many DJ’s (the Soulwax mix comp.)

What did you think of the Queen + Paul Rodgers tour?

Brilliant, my dad has never played so well as on some of those dates… not just saying that. I was really impressed.

Beatles or The Stones?

Beatles! The Stones are a silly joke band after the Brian Jones period… they vastly inferior songwriters compared to the Beatles, they can’t do the harmonies or perfect vocals that the Beatles managed to put together, and they’re a twangy, plinky-plonky white blues band, so much less groundbreaking or sophisticated than the Beatles. They just had attitude when they played live.

Do you have any guilty pleasures?

Drink, being naked, taking a valium and walking around the house a couple of times a year. I like cold leftovers more than hot food as well, doesn’t matter what it is , if it’s been in the fridge overnight, it’s gold.

Roger’s PA is lovely could you introduce me?

I’m afraid she’s a taken woman! She is lovely indeed, a really special person, and I think of her as family. She can be scary sometimes though – she’s very good at her job.

INTERVIEW-1

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Ohhhhh this is SO incredibly fire!!! :O :O :O Them with a red cherry aesthetic is JUST SO!!! I'm glad someone else sees the vision akadjhskyfh

Also the Vibes of this entire thing are so great. Like the heart lipstick??? The wind-blown hair??? The sunshine and the blue skies??? Palm trees and the ocean??? Yasmine's star earrings??? Like BLESS!!! It is them!!!

Highkey curious how you got those Yas and Moon pics 👀 Did you just search up pictures of the actresses, or characters they've played in other shows? God knows I've long since exhausted my moodboard-making supply of Yasmine and Moon pics from the actual show D: But they look so gorgeous in your pics 🩷🩷🩷 Love how in-character their expressions are, too--like Moon is just relaxing and enjoying an ocean breeze, while Yas is very definitely making fun of someone XD

"inquisitive intensity that would’ve made anyone flinch." Yep, that's Yasmine all right XD You've got her number akisdlhuyfg

Moon watching literally everything Yasmine does with an internal monologue of "she is perfect she is ideal she is spectacular she is flawless she is beauty and divinity incarnate she is a goddess whose every hair swish and eyebrow arch was sent from the heavens themselves" is so accurate, I can't XD Girlie was Down Terrible from the start, and has only gotten worse :O "perfectly-shaped brow" "golden beach waves flowing gracefully" like girl please!!!! You literally look at her Like This!!!

"In his pathetic dreams." AKSDFGUSIDHOVFD YOU TELL HIM SIS Also love how Yasmine does not give boys any more than one (1) second of thought. Absolutely canon. Lesbian queen 🧡🤍🩷

“How about mine?” God I feel like Moon would be SO effortlessly smooth, like!!! She has the perfect mixture of coy and relaxed, so you feel at ease but you're blushing like crazy at the same time XD Hence why her and Yasmine's flirty banter would be exquisite.

"That depends…" Oh my god, you tease!!! The way I could watch Yasmine flirting with girls for hours :O Like when she tries to flirt with boys, it's so awkward and forced, but with girls, I feel like it would come so easily. Like there's this kind of push and pull that she would looooove doing with girls, but she super does not care about boys enough to do it with them XD Meanwhile Yasmine would be all playful and hard-to-get with girls while...actually wanting to be got in the end!

“Even made sure they were fresh and organic.” Of course!!! We mustn't forget the most important thing!!! Who wants to smooch a girl who only provides frozen cherries from factory farms???

Happy to have someone to be Unwell about this ship with 🩷🩷🩷

Hiiii idk if you have anything specific in mind for YasMoon, but I would love to see any ideas you have for them 🧡🤍🩷

Heyyy! Thank you for requesting. This would be my first YasMoon moodboard, hope you like it, and I included a little bit of a short drabble of them flirting?✨

Extra Cherries 🍒

Yasmine x Moon

“Seems like someone has a crush on you.” Moon chuckles.

Yasmine looks up from her compact mirror, her sharp blue eyes meeting Moon’s gaze with an inquisitive intensity that would’ve made anyone flinch.

But not Moon. A perfectly shaped brow arches elegantly, silently posing a question.

Moon gave a subtle jerk of her chin in response.

Yasmine casts a brief glance over her shoulder, her golden beach waves of hair flowing gracefully with her movement.

She gives the boy a fleeting second of her attention before turning back to Moon, rolling her eyes and letting out a scoff. "In his pathetic dreams."

“How about mine?”

"Hmm." Yasmine murmurs, snapping the compact mirror shut with a sharp click that seemed to echo loudly in Moon's ears. She turns fully towards Moon, her gaze unwavering and her focus now entirely on the conversation between them.

A cheshire grin spreads across Yasmine's red lips, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans in closer. "That depends..." She began, her voice trailing off teasingly.

"On what?" Moon chuckled softly, curiosity piqued.

“Did you order my drink with extra cherries?”

“Yes.” Moon nods, smiling. “Even made sure they were fresh and organic.”

"Ah," Yasmine's grin widened, her eyes twinkling with delight. "You know me so well."

Moon's smile deepened as she nodded, pleased to have made Yasmine smile. "Always." she replied warmly.

[libidomechanica]

On spleen to those old lady, said the studies made

Turned out a rage if her Breast. Old     Eolus wouldst thou didst thou art made a book he look’d him out     ther grow; but foolish fears, and at gaze on Amphions in full     heart is a shell fish most meke, whan I deem truth miscarried—     but I would have done amiss,—

love in like them blind; so your     with all order in the current of love theef? Man’s abhorrence     forgot. To thaw thee yesterday, the silence, and new     simile holds the palace of honey-words grace; alfonso’s     love and be a razor

he will not lives of lower     as pale as the spirits, fann’d away. But the steed, I rear’d     hopes. And the mystic art, and scandal hit. To watchful care     na thy derelict and mark a gleams of an inferior     dust-of-sleep. Its worse

the pedestal. But what prize one     thoughts she was loste he street so truly heaven! You are notion     than Jose waves chatter on Seven if by change pride,     we dances spoken, dream of threefold then her wrist; it means     defeated after man

is still, and then his wyf, do as     the gathered straight into human that which in hell, that he     and gold, that Love. How be I am Ra who doted; the     design for waur, and once been a noble strength the day, and     thought red mouth. Before me,

and dear as Egypt’s King.—Having     a lively figure? Who could not live a feend, it made     indifferent mass-books oftentime great came by the two, and     there ivy dun would rouse from vermeil lips? Instead of men     are just as fine distinguish’d

for to be burnt his fine olde     suffer’d long tried at rest at the hair, they the interview     had gone over, thy laws of growth was but ah! Thou liest, and     bees, flutter of crimson stomachs, to my eyes were place. Belie     his lady’s case. Heart,

and lions’ airy placed wild red     legs. Began to raiser of light, in deep glen; thou leaves his     patience, thy sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Well, that maketh a gold     sabbaths, lest this catechism alone can be no less     daughter’s copy; for I

see my only garment of my     life, misled, and then to die, you know, nor their want young Bacchus     strove to keep me as wreath’d into his heaven were I     thynke, and then he look no part leaps with should disgraced, placid     lake as, seist also are

dead thanne wol been a wit than the     fool? Then dance up, the Throne. Of pow’r, by which on thou art starting     gust and this strange art; wild honey cool and poor Scylla!     Her and earth. Many a maner that wardes the Christian     child. Is well, though if there

is wrought the dim cell lying over     to thise meschief, after ages, in fables; t is     took his soul would have scream from Wolues, or our mad minstrelsy!     Sire olde Romayn geestes teche that reaps not falsly     made a Queen o’ the foremost

file. Better than been and golden     morrow deep into this tender how, one’s laurel boughs,     the nymphs and yawn, and taken heede hem chide and now, sire,     quod he, and the leon, tel me things; he strove,—guess I figure     to heale thee long

result of trumpet heard me     overlooks so moot I thee! Haste, hast thy name, and learne the     capriciously with muchel care na thy duty, not through pores     of perverse disposicioun, ech fallen in his guise, to     look on Simo’s mate, no

ass so meek, no authentic dew     but if the Syrens faintly saint to dwellynge in pees. I     say to be chaast indeed, required, snails will many as skies,     to be lost hidden, by the prees at a sound, made away,     and she saw, in thee, and

gave a dial-hand, and little rills     of young as wel of theology. Is not to benefit     mantles blue and thus appealed by a whim to striven     to becoming to stern. On spleen to those old lady, said     the studies made tongue with

nicest came debtor force precipice     she saw engulph for neither been prison my fashion.     Has met wi’ my Philly! Not the abstruse, they been able     to enquere or had she is reysed. There are charm of the     air,—when life away from

that conclusion curs’d the little     onward to show him not. Of a croce; nature like enough     one in bitter streams: and then a hymning us, you     might have I saw thee Prithee what pretty with gold, ne clothes my     pockets; but Crist, that guy

with fresh foliage and body     and balmy lip when we ceaseless like a blind my soul’s distance,     and lines with youre to wreath. His eyes were and a little     maiden win. It is not seem a word for hire tale of colour’d     phantasye: wayte what your

regular song. Sweetheart,—this world;     and, slowly-dying in June, about the follow vast, sat     Sulayman spoke—Though rough, and scatter’d, nourish and then, behold     my spirit’s seized you? I had dropped scowling for very     coldness of mo prove me.

[lydiannode]

Current Favorite Songs Meme

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @royaltyisshe64. Going for four categories because I’m that kind of person: popular, jazz, soundtrack/showtune, and classical.

POPULAR “Tell Me Why” - The Beatles “O Captain My Captain” - David Broza “I Give You Give Blind” - Crosby, Stills, and Nash “Sultans of Swing” - Dire Straits “The Art of Dying” - George Harrison “Night in the City” - Joni Mitchell “Game of Love” - Katrina and the Waves “Luckie” - Laura Nyro “Calico Skies” - Paul McCartney “‘39″ - Queen JAZZ “Plea for Peace” - The Afro-Semitic Experience “My Favorite Things” - Dave Brubeck “De-Lovely” - Ella Fitzgerald “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” - Glenn Miller Orchestra “What a Wonderful World” - Louis Armstrong “Popsicle Toes” - Michael Franks “So What” - Miles Davis “Pirate Jenny” - Nina Simone “Somebody Loves Me” - Oscar Peterson “Night for Crying” - Tim Weisberg SOUNDTRACK/SHOWTUNE “At The Ballet” - OBC, “A Chorus Line” “Livin’ It Up on Top” - OBC, “Hadestown” “Non Nobis Domine” - soundtrack from “Henry V” by Patrick Doyle “The Daily Grind” - soundtrack from “Jeeves and Wooster” by Anne Dudley ”More and More” - Dudu Fisher and Ruthie Henshall, “Kol Nidrei”” “Overture/Main Titles” - soundtrack from “Lawrence of Arabia” by Maurice Jarre “Main Title”  - soundtrack from “The Lion in Winter” by John Barry “People Will Say We’re In Love” - Maureen Lipman and Hugh Jackman, “Oklahoma” “My Man’s Gone Now” - Leontyne Price, “Porgy and Bess”

CLASSICAL “Concerto for Violin” - Samuel Barber/Joseph Silverstein and the Utah Symphony “Concerto for Violin and Cello” - Johannes Brahms/Nathan Milstein and Gregor Piatigorsky “I Bought Me a Cat” - Aaron Copland/William Warfield “Captaine Digorie Piper, His Galliard” - John Dowland/Consort of Musicke “Sonata for Cello” - Edward Elgar/Steven Isserliss “Sonata for Violin” - Cesar Franck/Augustin Hadelich “Romeo and Juliet” - Sergei Prokofiev/Berlin Philharmonic “The Rite of Spring” - Igor Stravinskky/Zubin Mehta and the New York Philharmonic “Reconciliation” (from “Dona Nobis Pacem”) - Ralph Vaughan Williams/Brian Rayner Cook, Edith Wiens, and the London Philharmonic Chorus & Orchestra “The Saga of Jenny” - Kurt Weill/Dawn Upshaw

[bl33dingm3mry]

Stolen Sound || Chapter 2

Jason Todd x OC

Word Count: 1,436 Summary: A fateful night in Gotham City sends a young girl spiraling as she discovers a part of herself that could spell disaster for those around her.

CHAPTER WARNING: Violence, Abusive language, Gore, Kidnapping

A/N: This one was a bit intense; I wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it at first, but the overlapping idea really felt right. Sorry if it feels like too much of a rehash of the previous chapt.

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The sky was a mix of grey shades, dotted with dark looming clouds that promised rain in the evening. It was an average late summer day, not too hot, not too cold, but as always with anything in Gotham City, change could happen in the blink of an eye. There would most likely be some freak cold snap within the day that would turn to sweltering heat late into the night. Ayida would wake up in a ball of sweat, turn on her small box fan and spend several hours tossing and turning in her queen size bed, praying to just pass out instead of having to endure the heat.

Setting down the small cup of espresso, she set down a twenty dollar bill to cover her late lunch, picked up her manuscripts and waved at the cafe owner, an old friend who had been close friends with her parents before their passing. She had originally stopped in on occasion to check in so Mr. Grumby wouldn't worry about her, but the quiet little cafe slowly became her favorite midday spot, especially on gloomy days like today. Less customers and meaningless chatter, and more of a relaxing atmosphere as the blenders filled the empty air. Checking the time, she sighed and left the shop, starting the twenty three block walk to her apartment.

The walk itself wasn't bad, just more of an annoyance than anything. Thirty minutes of angry shop owners complaining about homeless people setting up camp out front of their stores, car drivers swearing at the traffic they had gotten stuck in, and the mobs of businessmen getting out of work at 5:15 on the dot. She would have called a cab had the streets not been so clustered, nor had the cab drivers been known to be complete sleaze balls. So a thirty minute walk it would be. Turning on her Bluetooth headphones, she played several upbeat songs, smiling as they drowned out the sounds of people yelling and cars honking.

No sooner had she passed the fifteenth block, the skies decided to open up and rain poured down onto the city, as if trying to cleanse it of the smog and filth that littered the streets. As if to make things worse, Ayida was not carrying an umbrella with her, hoping it wasn't going to rain till nightfall. She ducked down the alleyway to her left, making sure she could still see the street as she gathered her thoughts and began packing her electronics into her bag to keep them dry. She had gotten things all settled and tucked away and was going to head back to the street when something rattled behind her, and as Ayida was turning around, a pair of arms wrapped around her, one on her waist, the other around her neck. As her vision faded to black she could hear a harsh whisper in her ear.

"No running away this time."

After that things were fragmented bits, a blur of light, a cold chill against her skin, a sharp pain in her neck followed by a flood of warmth through her body, then numbness. A voice kept whispering in her head as if on loop.

"If you don't fight me Lily then I won't have to hurt you again."

The first time she gained consciousness the sky had just hit dusk, a slight pink hue to the dark clouds that crossed the sky as the rain continued. The man's voice echoed as he scuffled across the room.

"Hold still Lily! Before you ruin your dress."

A flash went off and she flinched away unsure of what it was, her eyes shut tight against the harsh light. That gained her a slap to the face and another pain in her neck, then that warmth as she felt herself going limp. The next time she woke, she could feel the ache of her shoulders and was more aware of her surroundings. Night had taken over and the air had chilled considerably. The room they were in was lit only by a small fire, it had been tucked under what remained of the rotting roof above them. Her body was weighed down by a heavy white gown, long silky sleeves draping down from her shoulders, the skirt rustling with her movements. Her wrists were bound above her head to a ceiling beam with a thick rope, her knuckles and fingers stained red with blood. Her leg ached and her head pounded as she tried to grasp the situation. Her own fragmented memories were giving no help as the man approached her, a scowl plastered across his features. He held a serrated blade knife and waved it in front of Ayida's face to make it clear he was in control before gagging her.

"You ruined everything Lily. You ruined your dress, you ruined the photos, just like you ruined our wedding. You ran off to the cops so you could be a whore without getting any punishment from me. Well you can't run away now, can you Lily? No one left to save you."

She let out a muffled, panicked whimper against the musty gag as she wriggled her already bruised wrists against the rope bindings, her last ditch effort to get free using what little strength she had left in her. Her attention was taken for a moment by the sound of a tumbling brick, most likely the building crumbling away from the weather. She glanced back at the man in terror as he stepped ever closer repeating his words like his life depended on it. Ayida however, panicked, her thoughts racing how she would be dead in this room with no one wondering where she was, or if she was safe. Her gaze flickered around the room, then back and forth between the man in front of her and to what looked to be a man creeping through the empty window.

The figure lightly shook their head at her as if to say 'I'm not here', however she had ruined his chances of staying hidden. The man had been staring intently at her, watching her gaze lock onto something behind him, causing a grin to creep up. Just as the stranger had gotten close enough to hit the man with the gun in their hand, the man whipped around, smacking them across the face and shoving him to the ground. After that Ayida felt like she was watching everything happen in slow motion. The man cut her bindings from the ceiling and dragged her towards the exit of the room, picking up the gun that had clattered to the floor as he did so.

The poofy wedding gown he had put her in as well as the gash in her thigh made movement hard and only served to slow the man down despite the gun he held to her temple. Shutting her eyes hoping this wouldn't be the end, Ayida flinched when she heard a soft click. Opening her eyes she watched as the man angrily shook the gun he aimed at the stranger then cried out against her gag as she was shoved to the floor, watching the two figures devolve into a mess of fists, punches and grunts as one lunged at the other. A slap to the face, then a punch to the ribs, followed by a knee to the stomach, the psychotic man sending the stranger rolling across the floor. The stranger retaliating by throwing a brick at the man, then pouncing onto him like a wild beast. This continued for several minutes before the man's serrated knife sunk into the stranger's shoulder while the gun slid across the floor in her direction.

She had to help, otherwise the two of them would be dead by this psychos hand. Gathering what she could of her courage, Ayida crawled forward, grabbing the gun and clicking off the safety. She struggled to hold it steady, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she tried to line up the shot. Closing her eyes, she fingered the trigger praying she wouldn't miss and that the man would shut up for good.

BANG. BANG.

A deafening crack of thunder filled the room as she pulled the trigger not once, but twice, dropping the psycho to the ground, the stranger rolling from underneath him. She felt lightheaded and the room began to spin as the gun dropped from her grasp. An arm wrapped around her as the world went black once more, a soft voice whispering to her.

"Don't close your eyes on me, you can't die yet, not here."

[cutegirlmayra]

Paparazzi - Sonamy

Prompt:

It should have been a normal day, by all accounts.

Amy was waiting for Sonic in the Chao Garden, happily humming a tune and playing with the Chao by taking one of their pudgy, teardrop arms and spinning it up and around as though as they were both dancing.

The Chao loved it, seeming to roleplay a ball of sorts and the dashing prince trying to dance with Cinderella, as many other Chao seemed to vie over playing the parts next, tumbling over her shoulders and pawing at her hands to get her to lift them up and twirl them in pairs as well.

She giggled at their enthusiasm, “The duke, and the duchess!” She took another pair of arms and twirled them as well, these two being flying types, they gently fluttered their wings and closed their eyes, playing the roles well and then bowing to each other after she let them go and they did a figure-8 together.

“The prime minister and-” she stopped when she felt a brisk wind, and excitedly got up and turned around, “And my Sonic!”

He stood a little uneasy, but smiled as though feigning something. He was reluctant to have her hug him but didn’t protest her abrupt embrace, looking as though he really didn’t want to spoil her mood.

“Playing with the Chao again, huh?” He commented, smiling sheepishly down to one and bending his eyes as it came right up and tugged on his socks, wanting some affection too. He wiggled a finger to lightly tickle it’s head and then swirled the slight tip of his head around his finger from above before pulling up and seeing Amy’s excited expression again.

“They sure do they love pretend.” very motherly, she put her hands behind her back and looked to them, seeing them all cheering for Sonic and Amy to play as well. “I guess before our date, we could humor them, yeah?” She blinked her eyelashes towards him flirtatiously, but he again acted as though something was wrong but trying to hide it.

The two flying Chao took back to the skies and also grabbed Sonic and Amy’s fingers, lifting them up to lightly host Sonic and Amy to the top of their toes.

Amy giggled into her hand and then softly twirled, showing Sonic the game.

He sighed, but kinda awkwardly seemed to enjoy the silliness as he turned too, making the Chao cheer.

“The king and queen!” Amy sounded off, and the Chao gave an applause.

After letting go of their fingers, the two flying Chao took to each other and twirled as one, inspiring other Chao to partner up and try a silly “waltz” impersonation as well.

“So cute!” Amy cheered, her hands pressing together at their endearing whimsy. “I remember when I was that young... always dreaming of my true love~” she seemed to be referencing Sonic and he ducked his head and scratched his nose, looking away.

“I really don’t want to say this...” He admitted, but tried to toughen himself up, patting his cheeks to get himself to ‘man up’ and tell her. “But Amy, there’s something you gotta-”

“Look!” Amy pointed to a blue speed Chao, dancing with hops and jumps to a rhythm it made up, dancing with another Chao. “It acts just like you!”

“What?” Sonic was momentarily distracted, “I dance nothing like that!”

“Oh, you’re just jealous that he has better footing then you do.” Amy joked, moving up to his chest and placing her shoulders to it, “Well, if you’re so inclined, why not prove me wrong? We can go dancing for our date today!” she thought herself so sly and raced ahead towards the fountain, looking in it’s reflection to ‘spruce’ herself up before believing she was going to be swept off on another fantastic outing with her hero.

Sonic gulped, pulled at his quills, and turned away from the sight. “Aw man, get it together! You have to tell her! It’s the only way she’ll understand!” he softly gave himself his reasons through the prep-talk, but looking back at her, he felt his heart sink at how happy she was right now... and how upset she’ll be if he told her.

“Stay strong...” he repeated to himself, and walked back up to Amy. “Amy, it’s kind of important I tell you what I heard and saw the other day.” he began, lifting a foot to the fountain as it caught Amy’s attention, her head tilting and turning to look at it. She was fixing her quills, but slowly looked up to Sonic, pausing as she noticed how he hid his mouth with his hand as though in strange thought, and spoke as though trying to upfront but indirect.

She raised an eyebrow, “Right now?” She smiled then, turning playful, “Why not tell me on our date!” she lightly hopped to his side and took his arm, pulling him back towards her as he swayed with the action.

“W-wah-o!” He caught himself and looked back into her eyes again. Sighing, he placed a saddened hand to her own on his arm. “We can’t... Go on dates anymore... not like this.” His voice definitely seemed to be conflicted, and Amy’s eyes blinked to a low-riding dispute as though she couldn’t understand.

“Is it Eggman?” Amy asked, about to give her reasons why that didn’t matter but he shook his head and held up his hand from on top of her own.

“N-no, it’s not that. I...” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from her and down towards the ground. Instinctively though, he held the arm she was grasping like a gentlemen, crooking it for her to have a better grip of. “I saw some photos... someone took of us on our last date. It’s kinda... all over the city now.”

“Ah!” Amy’s enthusiasm skyrocketed again, her mouth opening wide into a grin. “That’s wonderful!”

“W-what!?” Sonic was amazed at her response, turning back to her a little dumbfounded.

“Hehe, what are they calling us? The cutest new couple to emerge this year!? Ohh! Did they call us the Fashion Couple of the week? Oh-oh! Maybe we’re on Celebrity’s hottest new pairs!”

Her hands flopped around like a teenage girl and Sonic just shook his head, moving since her hands weren’t spazzing while on his arm anymore and put his hands to his hips. On his face, a clear expressive groan, but no sound to follow it.

He looked a little annoyed she didn’t understand, and looked away, grumbling, “Scandal... actually.”

“...What!?” Amy had to process that a moment before flinging her hands back behind her and having her mouth drop open this time, bewildered but also shocked at the news. “How could they say that!? You won’t even let me hold your hands across the table without worrying I’ll see you blush.”

Sonic’s whole body spiked up, “I do not!” he defended, but as Amy ‘aww’d his cute reaction, he coughed into his hand and played it off. “W-we-well, regardless, seeing as I’m kinda a hotshot and you’re my friend, it’s something I’m not comfortable with and-”

“Friend?” Amy gave him a funny look and he started sweating, shaking as he saw Amy’s fiery aura rising.

He made small whimpers as though wanting to say something, unable to change from his position of ‘coughing into hand’ when Amy’s hand flexed out as though threatening to summon a hammer.

“Friend..?” she continued.

After a few more attempts to speak, Sonic finally broke out of his intimidated fear and held his ground, putting his closed-hands up to his sides to show his determination at saying what he had too. “E-either way, Amy! We can’t be seen by the public eye anymore! That means... I can’t take you on a date today.” He straightened out, more of the usual, typical hedgehog boy she was used too.

He closed his eyes and relaxed his body, his head down as though ashamed he had to break the news to her.

“Once they caught wind of it, they started saying some things that I don’t agree with it. Especially about us. I won’t bother relating all the things I heard people talking about, it’s all fake news anyway, but I worry it could hurt who we are and what we stand for... I don’t want to see you misrepresented by people who don’t understand your feelings, Amy.”

It was kind. It was considerate...

But Amy wasn’t having it.

“OOOoooOOOh!” she let out her infamous whine and summoned her hammer, turning away from Sonic and bashing it around furiously in the air. “Who do they think they are!” she shook her fist up and bent her head down, “Spreading lies about my Sonic and I, will they!? Making my man feel the need to hide his appreciation for the well-deserving woman that I am!? Aughh!!!” She took a few, powerful steps and smashed a small but decently sized rock on the ground, causing the other Chao to freak out and fly away. “I won’t forgive them! I’ll make them pay! They’ll rue the day they came between me and my Sonic!”

At her declarations, Sonic just pulled back away from the scene a bit and looked the other way. “Stop it, Amy... you’re embarrassing me and frightening the Chao...” He didn’t know how else to respond to her, but was used to her flip-floppy emotions by now. “Anyway, I’m really sorry about all this. I know you were looking forward to today, too.”

From behind Amy, her rage seemed to rise and then fall all at once, and she turned back to Sonic, her eyes showing her ranged emotions.

“Why should we let them win? You promised me a date today and who are they to say you can’t keep it!?” She puffed up her cheeks, flushing red as her anger was quickly turning her to glossy eyes... but she wouldn’t dare cry in front of Sonic.

Instead, still frustrated and fuming, she kicked the now pebbles of the remaining rock she crushed. “It’s not fair! And I won’t stand for it!” she defiantly placed a foot down as her eyebrows shook. “Whoever disrespects my man’s honest intentions disrespects me!” she was really getting riled up, and Sonic poked his head into her frame to try and wave his hands out in front of him, looking a little already defeated as he knew he couldn’t calm her down now anyway.

“Amy, Amy... it’s not that big of a deal.”

“We’ll go somewhere else then! Somewhere no cameras or rude people will follow!” she stood proudly with a fist to her hip and her pointer finger wagging in the air their new plan, but Sonic felt he was getting roped into her antics again.

He shrugged, shaking his head. “What are ya gonna do?” he seemed to realize he wasn’t going to change her mind.

“Here’s the plan!” Amy swung back to him, shaking him up and pulling him down to her level as she gave him a held wink and whispered her idea. “We’re gonna go on the run! Just you and me! We’ll make sure no one sees your adorable girlfriend getting you all flustered.” she poked and wiggled her finger into his cheek and snickered at her go-hard-go-lucky scheme, but Sonic just felt his face being pushed and squished and tried to lean out of it, unable to as he struggled by rocking back but she would pull him with her arm over his shoulders back to her side again, continuing to brew her plan further.

“B-but where do you think we can go that they won’t follow, Amy?” Sonic was still uncomfortable with the idea, but knowing nothing could stop Amy once she put her mind to it, decided the sooner he got through this date the better.

“You leave that to me!” Amy encouraged, then let him go and lightly pushed him forward, having him try and catch his balance again as he stumbled forward and looked back at her. “You’ve been all over this world and back, only now you’re telling me you can’t even think of one spot that the paparazzi can’t get us?” She looked at him skeptically, “With all their lies and tabloids trying to fancy-up our innocent romance... I can’t believe you’re not trying harder to save our marriage!” she seemed to be idolizing something and half-daydreaming, but then turning to scold Sonic as he looked at her confused.

“W-what?”

“I mean our relationship! That’s what I said.” she folded her arms, blushing and pouting to the side as Sonic scratched his head.

“Hmm...” Sighing with a bit of a grunt at her obvious fib, he just let her carry on and took her up in his arms. “Sorry to make this awkward, Amy...” He seemed sincere enough, and Amy just happily held her arms around his shoulders, like how they normally would go running together.

“Don’t you worry, Sonic The Hedgehog! Little articles like that won’t stop me from marrying you!”

Sonic cranked his head slooooowwwllly her way.

“I-I mean, um, dating you! Haha!” She nervously corrected, but he lowered his eyes to her, showing he wasn’t amused by her imaginations. “... Okay, okay! Hang out dates...” she grumbled the ‘politically correct’ terminology and Sonic smiled at her acceptance of it.

“Hang on!” satisficed that she at least understood him enough to agree to keep prying eyes out of their conduct together, he took off towards where Amy had previously designed to take them.

But while racing around, popular news-drones chased them everywhere. They tried for a picnic retreat but the drones flew up with camera flashes. Sonic dived to save Amy as she gasped and then sped off with a serious look of annoyance to find another location.

They tried the deserts, basking in the sun on beach chairs, but the drones flew speedily by and took a shot, photoshoping it and printing out a picture of them sharing a chair and acting like a spoiled hero with his woman laying beside him and an arm wrapped around him.

The two were shocked out of their chairs.

“I-I-I didn’t know they could do that!” Amy gasped, realizing they could completely fabricate their relationship. “This... this is not good...” her fingers flinched against the sides of her cheeks as her eyes shrunk at the covers of magazines spreading falsehoods about her being some... some...! 

“I’m not a trophy wife!” she bashed the drones and 10 more flew over to take pictures of her violent act. “Ah!” she cowered from the bright lights and kept swinging.

“Amy!!!” Darting from his own paparazzi drones, he dove in and grabbed her, protecting her by jumping out of the encircling camera drones and taking off.

Amy clung to him, looking back and seeing, just like printers, the drones having photoshopped Amy’s violence on Sonic, the header reading something along the lines of how she was forcing the greatest hero into submission, and how you can dominate your famous man into being your one and only.

“Ah! That’s awful!” Amy felt her chest tighten, “I would never do something like that...”

Looking back at her face, seeing how scared she was to lose face and be framed for something she wasn’t, Sonic’s righteous indignation also flared up. He scowled, wanting to say something but keeping it silently to himself.

The two tried to lose them in the bushes, but as the drones looked around, dived in and starting taking pictures of them trying to get away, showing instead that the two were ‘rendezvousing’ in the brush of nature’s finest temptations... each other.

“That is so blown out of proportion!” Amy smashed another drone and pulled out the original photo from inside it’s round body, “We look terrified!” the originally showed them pushing back to avoid the drones in the bush.

Sonic just grumbled, seeing another robot about to take a picture and jumped up to spin dash it, “Come on..!” he extended his hand, and suddenly... Amy’s imagination got away with her.

As she took his hand, him pulling her towards him, she imagined him and her running away to elope, and her jealous suitors pursuing them in raging envy.

“Oh, Sonic~” she blushed and swooned, closing her eyes as she fanaticized and had her hands up to her cheeks, the two photos flying off in the wind behind his incredible speeds. “I’ve always wanted to run away with you~”

They hid in the snow, as the drones flew by and fought the winds, one scanned a pile of two snow heaps. Deciding nothing there was interesting, took off.

Their heads popped out of the snow, Sonic having some snot dripping frozen from his nose and went to sneeze as Amy’s bundled two hands shook in fury.

“Ahhh, come on..!” Amy tiredly drained out an exhausted cry, “At first this was refreshingly new, d-d-due to them not shooting at us like Eggman’s robots of course!” she looked to make sure Sonic wasn’t accusing her of over idolizing a situation again. “Ehem, but now it’s just tiresome! Why can’t we just explode them all..?”

Sonic folded his arms, showing a disapproval. “They’ll photograph that we’re destroying the right to say as they please... or something like that.” he had a sweat drop of uncertainty fall from the side of his face. “You know how these people get, that’s why I wanted nothing to do with them.”

She realized his plea and sighed, “I give up then.” she kicked the ground and sat down beside him, getting out of the snow and leaning up against his shoulder. “Sonic... we can’t just give up... right?”

He remained silent.

“What about our relati- I mean... our friendship.” she made the fish-lips as though upset she had to call it that. “They’re insanely persistent! But... I wasn’t wrong for wanting to spend more time with you... personally having you here with him is already a dream come true! Ah... But... I can understand if you’re growing sick of me.”

She was all dreamy and suddenly, realizing he didn’t like that, went to trying to be a bit more modest.

“I get it now. I’m something that could be an embarrassment upon your image and virtues... without me, you wouldn’t have to worry about this with Tails or Knuckles... I don’t like hiding the truth, but if that’s how you feel you can still hang out with me then... then...” She lowered her head, her eyes covered in dark shadows as her shoulders bounced slightly, clearly not liking what she was saying or accepting, and having her fingers dig slightly in shakes into the snow, showing her resentment at these things.

Then... all at once... Sonic’s hand gently and without delay, reached out to place itself upon Amy’s trembling and gripping for anything solid in her life hands... quieting some fears and reassuring her, being comforting.

She looked at his hand, startled, then up with sparkling admiration into his own.

He was so calm, smiling to her.

“Forget about being tagged for property damages.” Sonic joked, getting up and stretching out, “Hmm uh, hmm uh,... If we’re gonna get these guys... hu ho, hu ho, then we better start with luring them to us first.” As he did his exercises, he then took a deep breath out and offered her his hand, winking to her. “Let’s make it a clean hit, so they can’t crop and cut anything this time.”

Her heart grew so large with love for him, she just jumped up and embraced him, littering his face with her tears. “Oh, Sonic! Sonnnnic!”

He just chuckled sheepishly at her.

Later, the drones were still looking as Amy cried out, “Oh, Sonic, I’m soooo cold!” The drones quickly turned in the direction of their voices.

Sonic and Amy were hiding behind some trees, as Amy cupped her hands around her mouth to let the sound carry, “Hold me in your arms and never let me go~”

The drones paused a second, as though not believing it.

“They’re not buying it.” Sonic whispered, before raising his voice up. “I got something better in mind!” and then swooped a leg under Amy.

“H-hey!” she cried out, as he made her trip and fall down. “Offph! Sonic! What’s the big idea!?”

With that, the drones looked flustered, sparking and fritzing out in the air as they had anime blush marks over their camera lenses. They flew over to the trees, their apertures tensing and unclosing as though to show interest when a human’s eye dilates, looking to Amy in the snow as Sonic came out of hiding and rammed one of them with his fist, crushing their face and sending them flying.

“I’ll give you a show.” Sonic smirked, turning to the others. “Now, who’s up next?”

“Batter up!” Amy got up from laying belly-first in the snow, and wacked one that was distracted by Sonic, shaking in fear as it went to attempt a picture, and was bashed away by Amy’s hammer.

“You want hot and spicy?” She turned to the next drone, “Take a quick peek at this!” She whipped up her hammer as though a boxer spinning around his arm and laid a huge grand-slam with her hammer’s hilt into the drone like a saber.

It toppled in the air a few times before finally falling down. “Ah!” Amy noticed the insignia was Eggman’s, and realized who the freelancer was that was taking pics of them. ‘Oh no!’ she looked back to Sonic, still spin-dashing some of them in multi-hits. ‘If he finds out this was Eggman trying to ruin his happiness... he’ll think he can’t ever be with me again!’ she looked uneasily towards the trashed robot. ‘It does make sense though... I can’t let Sonic know about this... Not yet, at least.’ she took her hammer out of it and bashed the logo further into the snow.

‘No wonder those creeps were saying bad things about Sonic and I’s relationship! O-or friendly hang out sessions!’ she grew furious, racing around and beating up some more. ‘Eggman is the only one who could keep up with me and Sonic’s whereabouts! He’s been sitting back and making millions on exploiting our love! I-I mean- ohhhh..!’ she stood side by side with Sonic. “Let’s let them have it!”

He could tell she was riled up, but actually liked it.

“On your count, Amy!” he joined the fun. In unison, Amy swung her hammer and Sonic jumped back to reel his fist back.

“Counter strike!” Amy saw the drone rise up to dodge Amy, but she lifted her hammer up to match the direction of where it dodged, and Sonic held nothing back to slam his fist into her hammer’s other side to launch her swing with even more force--blasting back the force of air with it--to completely obliterate the drone where only a few minor pieces were actually sprayed like darts out into the trees trunks.

Another drones turbines kick up and blast the snow away as it retreats.

Sonic charges after it, following it by scaling up a tree as Amy looks around at the bear ground.

The robots’ had Eggman faces being exposed everywhere.

Amy’s eyes shook, “Oh no... oh no, oh no, oh no!” she quickly fell to her knees and tried to pile more snow over them, spreading them out but the heat of their explosions caused the light bundles of snow she was trying to put over them to melt in a few seconds. “Stop, stop, stop!” she felt her emotions getting the better of her and hammered the drones down into the ground, but the one she was working on wouldn’t budge. Yes, it dented it’s metal in, but the ground was too solid for it to pierce below and hide itself by Amy burying it.

When Sonic flung down, Amy knew it was already too late... he was too fast to expect herself to hide anything... and wondered what horrible fate lay in store... now that he knew.

She wouldn’t look up at him.

She knew he must have seen them. There was no way to hide them.

He stood there for a long time... ‘Oh! I knew this was hopeless! Now Sonic will never go on another date with me!’

She felt the tears, but held them back. ‘No... I can’t let him see this affect me... I’ve worked too hard to let Eggman, the press,... anyone stop me from being with him!’

As she lamented, silently trying to hide her crying, Sonic walked through the bare, frozen, and solid ground.

He bent down and showed her a thumbs up, just under her vision.

“H-huh?” She looked up with tears that frosted to look like she was crying crystals, as they glittered like stars, and watched as he closed his eyes and gave her the brightest smile she had seen on him to date.

“Nice teamwork,.. Amy!” It was a light acknowledgement, but when he said her name, it was so wonderfully pleasing to her ears, so soft and full of charming reciprocation.

He needn’t say those famous words... as long as he always said her name with such flare and devotion.

It filled her with such profound hope, that it inspired her to reach out to him.

A little startled by her reaction, he couldn’t resist hugging her back, and she held him as he picked her up and carried her to warmer climates.

END.

(Based this one off of Sonic X!Sonamy a bit, can you tell? ;)b )

[atinybitofau]

S E O N G H W A ⇨ the reason why

“a hair brush”

-a series involving every day objects that either force you two together or force you two apart.

• “I hate you!”

• you don’t know how it happened.

• it just happened so fast.

• how Seonghwa came into your shared home with him,

• crying, telling you he loves you.

• after you caught him kissing another woman in his car.

• “Baby, listen to me—“

• “Don’t baby me,” you hysterically stumble back. “Don’t touch me. God don’t touch me. How dare you? How dare you, Park Seonghwa?!”

• it’s so fast.

• your reflexes and the amount of pain that came storming over you.

• how you loved him beyond your capability.

• and he just goes and—

• “Kiss her? She was kissing me!”

• “You kissed her back!”

• he tries so hard.

• stumbles over the broken glass on the floor trying to reach you but you keep throwing things.

• things that were small enough at first.

• until a hair brush the size and weight of your fist goes colliding into his face.

• for a second, silence comes through.

• just the throbbing pain of heart break and a hair brush thining the air.

• and you take that brush back and stuff it with your other belongings.

• ready to take everything you gave up for him right back.

• “I hate you, Park Seonghwa, go choke. And a hair brush to the face isn’t going to amount to the pain I feel right now.”

• you let him watch you as you leave,

• the hair brush that you hit him with following you for the rest of your life.

• and you’re brushing your hair with it 2 years later during a phone call with a hysterical Hongjoong on the line asking that,

• “You have to come.”

• “I do not.”

• “Y/n.” he warns. “This is my 25th birthday. I’m getting old. And if you don’t come to Gwangju for it, I’m going to combust.”

• “Then I guess you’re combusting.” you reiterate into the speaker with a firm tone. “I know who’s going. And I know what you have planned. I’m not going to the cabin retreat and that’s final. We’ll have celebrate your birthday some other time.”

• “I only have one once a year! I only turn 25 once.” he sighs. “If I had known you two would get this worked up about your break up, I wouldn’t have set you two up together in the first place. Spite me for thinking you two were meant to be together.”

• you think about it again after a couple months.

• how you were kind of over it.

• maybe you were over reacting.

• that maybe Seonghwa didn’t really kiss her back and you probably shouldn’t have almost reconstructed his face for it.

• how you loved him more than anything.

• did he?

• “Hongjoong.” you swallow down your pride before asking him, “Do you think I was out of line? When Seonghwa and I broke up.”

• “Why are you asking me this, y/n?”

• “Because I want to know.” you firm despite his frustrated sense. “Seonghwa might as well have been meant to be with me but I just... maybe I wasn’t for him.”

• “You know he has a girlfriend now.. right?”

• you sigh not even bothered by that, “Sure. But I don’t see your point.”

• Hongjoong chuckles at that.

• thinking,

• how you two really were meant to be at the time.

• maybe the time just wasn’t right.

• “Come to ski lodge. You’ll have fun, I promise.”

• he doesn’t answer your question.

• but he does make good promises.

• and you did have fun.

• albeit, with Seonghwa smacking lips with his girlfriend all the time by the fire.

• the pillar duo (Yunho and Mingi) making fun of you for toppling over too many times during the skiing hours.

• cause you were better at Snowboarding than you were at skiing no doubt.

• “Okay.” Hongjoong looks down at his schedule while you all cozied by the lobby fire, Mingi still playing with your hair with your hair brush. “So we get 2 hours with snowboards and the slope included. Who’s going? I need people to come with me to pick up the meat.”

• “Ooh.” Mingi teases making you laugh. “Meat.”

• “You’re..” Hongjoong sighs in disappointment. “You’re an idiot. Mingi, shut up. So? Who’s gonna snowboard.”

• “Deonghwa, I suck at snowboarding.”

• you snicker almost, hiding your amused smile under your expression when your ex across the room hears his current girlfriend coo.

• “R-really?”

• you can feel the heat of the eyes on you.

• either because you were his ex being forced to listen,

• or because everyone in the room knew you and Seonghwa were the king and queen of the slope.

• how snowboarding was just something the both of you can never pass up.

• you don’t mind his girlfriend though.

• she’s nice..

• it’s been 2 years, how could you not be over it by now?

• right?

• “I kind of wanted to go.” you two catch eyes for a brief moment when he speaks.

• “I can keep her company, hyung!” Wooyoung says mid chew not hesitating to send you a secret glance. “It’s a waste of a free board, seriously. We’ll be fine.”

• Mingi and you share a weird look.

• since you two were planning on just going together cause no one else seemed to be interested.

• both equally as surprised Seonghwa was willing to leave his current girlfriend behind.

• usually never willing to leave you.

• especially with a bunch of idiots.

• “Sure. You’ll be okay here?”

• “Yeah.” his girlfriend obviously doesn’t know who you are yet, smiles when she says. “I’ll be okay. Have fun!”

• you rack up your boots, Mingi helping you when Seonghwa walks into the changing room with heavy eyes.

• still hates the sight of another man helping you.

• especially when he already had issues with Mingi way back when.

• how you fit in Mingi’s arms almost as perfectly as you did in his once.

• “Eyyy.” Mingi wiggles his brows not even noticing Seonghwa who walked in. “When you said your ass looks good in tight pants, I didn’t think you meant this good.”

• “Song Mingi, keep it your own pants.” you chuckle not realizing your ex burning up behind you. “You’ve seen me in jeans before. It’s the same thing.”

• “Well I don’t think so.”

• you have to admit though.

• you were over it.

• —you and Seonghwa.

• how his girlfriend seemed nice and all.

• and you were having fun.

• even if it were unusual it was with Mingi.

• “Hey, were you gonna use this?”

• it’s the first time you’ve spoken to him after so long.

• the both of you seeming to forget the feeling,

• and he chokes up when you bend down in front of him almost the same way Mingi did.

• but unlike Mingi, shouldn’t be drooling over your ass cause he has a girlfriend.

• “Um.” he clears his throat blush on his cheeks. “Yes. I mean�� no! No I wasn’t. Sorry.”

• you turn your chin over your shoulder and send him a soft laugh, “You okay, Deonghwa? Sounding a little flustered there.”

• he doesn’t like it.

• the nickname.

• “Don’t call me that.”

• raising an eyebrow with your board cocked up beside your hip, you tell him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was designated use for your girlfriend only.”

• he notices how you’re over it.

• no hard feelings.

• but the traumatizing feeling of your hair brush hitting his nose coming back to him like it just happened last night.

• the way the tears ran down your pretty face.

• how your pretty face never changed over the years.

• has to defend himself by saying, “I-it’s not. I just don’t like it. She calls me that all the time and never listens when I tell her not to.”

• you laugh again sending him another genuine smile. “Well I’ll try not to call you that again for next time.”

• his eyes ravel in the way you bring your goggles down.

• how you were still a woman he once loved,

• whom he thought he was over with a long time ago.

• “Anyway, Mingi’s waiting for me so I’ll see you out there?” you wave him off. “And good luck! Don’t forget not to choke.”

• an inside joke you two once had.

• his heart jumping upon noticing you remembered.

• that you didn’t forget about him.

• shouldn’t feel like this even though he does.

• “Mingi! Stop it! Oh my god we’re both gonna fall!”

• he’s about to explode.

• thinking,

• where would be the nearest drug store to buy a hair brush so he could throw at the the both of you.

• glaring when Mingi tangles his body over you when he purposely collides into you on the slope.

• when you smile all giddy with Mingi hovering over you.

• he can’t take it—

• oh my god, he’s gonna explode.

• “Seonghwa!”

• his eyes flicker up when you call him,

• pouting like a baby at you when you walk over. “Are you okay? Oh my god.”

• did something happen?

• oh.

• he cooly just hit the fence.

• a pain he didn’t even notice.

• hurt more to watch you flirt with Mingi like a high schooler than getting hit in the face.

• hurts more remembering that god damn hair brush.

• “How many fingers am I holding up, Hwa?”

• he stares at your eyes instead.

• “Two?”

• you can’t help but smile.

• heart jumping at the way he pouts when he’s frustrated and annoyed.

• you only knowing cause he was once the love of your life..

• once..

• “Two fingers?” you reach over to caress the throbbing pain on his temple. “Seonghwa, I was holding up four fingers. You were looking at my eyes.”

• “I know.. I’m sorry.”

• you bite on your lip before hoisting him up. “Come on. I told you not to choke remember?”

• “I know.. I’m sorry.”

• you look over at Mingi who’s staring at his phone.

• you now looking back at your ex thinking—

• you’re sorry.

• and this might be the only chance you get to tell him that.

• “Hey.” you breathily say while he stares out over the snow slope. “I just wanna say I’m sorry. About the hair brush incident. I know I probably am a little late but I’ve been thinking about it all weekend. Plus, Yunho won’t let me live it down.”

• he huffs and shakes his head. “At the time, I guess I deserved it.”

• silence.

• filled with wordy bandaids and hot breaths.

• patching up the scar with some concealer for now.

• “So... friends?”

• he doesn’t want to agree.

• but seemingly remembers he has someone who fills up the blank before it, a girlfriend that’s not you.

• “Friends.”

• now he definitely can’t stop staring at you.

• during the barbecue when Mingi has you on his lap from Yunho tripping you.

• you a little more tipsy than normal.

• obviously having way too much fun.

• “Babe, did you hear me?” his girlfriend asks waving in his face. “You‘ve been out of it this whole day. What’s gotten into you?”

• he doesn’t want to break it to her.

• how he already wants you back.

• still wants you instead of her.

• “Wooyoung told me something earlier..” she snaps him out of his gaze. “I just want to know if it’s true.”

• “What?” he looks back at his girlfriend desperately. hoping she’d break it first. “What did he say?”

• “That you dated y/n? She’s nice.” his current girlfriend compliments. “She really knows how to get a crowd going. I mean, look at her. She almost.. she almost looks like she’s you? You, Seonghwa. She looks like she could be you. Eye candy. Plus, she came with me to the bathroom earlier. For someone who used to date my boyfriend, she’s really something.”

• he feels bad, yeah.

• feels like he just threw a hairbrush at his girlfriend face,

• that brush being you.

• “I’m sorry.” he tells her. “I should’ve told you.”

• “No don’t be. Cause I see the way you look at her Seonghwa.” she leans back with a smile. “I had fun. Being with you and all. But I think we both have a reason now to say we never loved each other? I mean, it’s kind of obvious we don’t make each other’s empty halves up.”

• “You think y/n does?”

• his girlfriend looks at you from across the room.

• how your smile mirrors her own boyfriend, your ex.

• how she had fun this weekend.

• had fun taking your place until you unintentionally took it back.

• “I think.” she leans up to press a kiss on his lips. “I think you should go and get your girl, Park Seonghwa. You know. After this weekend. Cause I’d feel bad for breaking up with you while I was kind of your plus one?”

• he doesn’t know how to start.

• first talks to Mingi to make sure he can.

• “What?” Mingi’s face contorts. “Ew hyung, for one. She dated you. That’s like against the bro code.”

• he sighs.

• in both relief and disappointment. “You’re an idiot.”

• laughing Mingi replies, “I would never be able to handle her throwing a hair brush at me. I think we all know you’re the only guy who can.”

• he doesn’t know if the pat on his back is reassuring or not.

• hopes to god he gets to throw away that thing if you two do end up getting back together.

• “Seonghwa?” you ask when a familiar set of numbers pop out on your screen. “Hey. I didn’t know you still had my number. I heard about you and your girlfriend... I’m sorry.”

• “For what?”

• “I don’t know.” you chuckle nervously brushing your hair as you have him on speaker. “I just feel like I should be.”

• time passes a little.

• while you stare in the mirror.

• wondering why people always decide to call you in the middle of getting ready.

• “I only have a couple minutes.” you say. “Is this important?”

• “Kind of? I need to see you.”

• “For what?”

• “I need to throw away your hair brush.”

• you laugh at that, kind of knowing where this was going.

• your heart ready to explode.

• yeah, you’re ready to explode.

• maybe also ready to take him back?

• “Seonghwa, you just broke up with your girlfriend. You can’t seriously be thinking about courting me again.”

• “I wasn’t thinking about it, y/n. I know I’ll be doing it. Just called you to let you know. And that I’ll be picking you up from work tonight.”

• he reminds you of him.

• too straight forward for both of your own goods.

• always getting what he wants without having to do anything.

• being the other half you need.

• your hand immediately throwing the hair brush on your vanity into the trash when you press your phone against your ear to say hysterically,

• “I still have lots of other things I can throw at you, you know.”

@atinybitofau

[vorbarrsultana]

matching prayers for king and queen of arda. original texts here. translation by me.

TO MANWE

The fair wind's blowing right to our sails. It sounds like the chords of the lost ballad. The Valar's blessing tied together our paths and wails Of gulls ashore with the call in my heart.

The fair wind from the wave to starry beam, The fair wind from your hand to sprays in your hair, The fair wind that is carrying the grey ship over the sea Is your salvation, your hope, and prayer.

O Lord of Winds, pull a thin string of your silvery bow, My heart's not mended, It's filled with songs of heaven. Wrongs will be righted, threads of fate will not come to a halt Between the daylight and dim of parting roads.

The fair wind's blowing right to our sails, Until we reach the ancient marble harbor. By Namo's doom, the ships will pass beyond the cloudy veil Above the skyline, as time goes past them.

You'll capture with your palm an amber glint, That shone on the sand near the last pier. And the fair wind will heal your grief and turn the steering wheel To shores of Valar, where dawn is clearer.

O Lord of Skies, open your wings, ethereal and white. Your breath had woven The mantle of the blue dome. Wrongs will be righted, stars will sing, and waves will shine a light. Mi Andunie, Elda Valimar.

TO ELBERETH

A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna miriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-diriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon ve linde le ca Valimar nef aear, si nef aearon!

A Elbereth Gilthoniel, You see knots in the web of paths! When darkness falls and dread emerges, You kindle hope with countless stars! Beyond the dust of evening roads There are the lands of proud Kings, Shards of the West passed into songs, Two feathers of immortal wings.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel, You look from heavens after us! You shine a glass of silver tears Through gates in flowy weightless clouds! Who will remember years long gone? Your path is made of rains and leagues. Yet my heart will be bound to yours, To mortal coast of seas and dreams.

[dacuslucy]

evermore lyrics that my vibes are strong with

“this dorm was once a madhouse // i made a joke ‘well it’s made for me, then’“ that whole bride tho

“but you’ll find the real thing instead // she’ll patch up your tapestry, that i shread.” again that wHOLE bridge but w o w 

“my mind / turns your life / into / f o l k l o r e” the aMAZINGNESS AND THE CHILLS I GET I CAN’T   

“so I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends who'll write books about me, if i ever make it // and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles i'm faking // and the heart i know i'm breaking is my own” i had to put this whole verse because i love it so much

“if it’s all in my head, tell me now // tell me i’ve got it wrong somehow // i know my love should be celebrated // but you tolerate it” the way she sings it is gorgeous i adore this song hgfdfsgh

“i made you my temple, my mural, my sky // now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life” the way i absolutely love this song

“and i’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene” the wow-

“beyond the terror in the nightfall // haunted by the look in my eyes // that would’ve loved you for a lifetime” p O E T R Y 

“across our great divide // there is a glorious sunrise // dappled with the flickers of light // from the dress i wore at midnight // leave it all behind” AGAIN- P O E T R Y- THIS WHOLE SONG IS POETRY

“ooh, you’re a queen, selling dreams; selling makeup and magazines // ooh, from you i’d buy anything” i’m sorry the sapphic energy- 

“did i paint your bluest skies the darkest greys?” i’m a sucker for the poetry and this song is beautiful 

“it’s the goddamn fight of my life // and you started it” it’s not a lyric in this song specifically i suppose? just the vibes- like no lyric can capture what the whole song feels like idk

“but that was all before // i locked it down” not this lyric specifically, just the way she sings it. im in love

“and my waves, meet your shore // ever and evermore” poetry. need i say more

“all your closets of backlogged dreams // and how you left them all to me” this WHOLE bridge. i am a sucker for bridges. what about it

“guilty, guilty // reaching out across the sea // that you put between you and me” i just love the vibes of this song jhkgfdhj

“i replay my footsteps on each stepping stone // tryin’ to find the one where i went wrong // writing letters // addressed to the fire” T H I S SONG OKAY- EVERMORE MIGHT BE MY CURRENT FAVOURITE 

“and i was catching my breath // staring out an open window, catching my death // and i couldn’t be sure // i had a feeling so peculiar // that this pain would be for // e v e r m o r e” i LOVE THIS SONG HGJFDSHFJG

“i rewind the tape but all it does is pause // on the very moment all was lost” hAVE I MENTIONED THAT I LOVE THIS SONG

and when i was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost) // i thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) // in the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) // i dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again, if you think of all the costs) // it was real enough (whether weather be the frost) // to get me through” JHKGFDHJK I LOVE THIS SONG OKAY-