#we're living long and prospering just like you said

[cata613]

Someone: Why do you keep showing me clips from Star Trek TOS all the time?

Me:

[very-straight-blog]

It really tires me how some fans try to make Aegon look like an asshole who doesn't give a shit about anything. This is a fundamental misunderstanding of his character as such. Of course he cares, that's literally the essence of his personality. He cares. He and Aemond both feel too much emotion, but if Aemond sublimates into self–improvement, trying to be strong, cold and detached, then Aegon is literally an open wound. I want to talk about this, also using Tom's interviews (yes, I think the actor's opinion is valid in this matter) and the few scenes that we have in the first season.

We know that Aegon didn't want the throne and wasn't ready to rule. The scene with Alicent, who explains to him the prospects for the future of their family, seems very traumatic to me. Imagine what it's like to know from your childhood that the lives of people close to you depend on you, on how strong you'll be. Such a burden can destroy anyone. You can't just ignore it.

Next, we're shown how Aegon drinks on Driftmark. And that's a pretty sad sight - several cups in a row, wincing, as if taking a medicine that will help him to feel better.

Actually, I like the theory that he gets drunk after Aemond says that Helaena is his future queen. Another reminder that he'll have to marry his own sister, for whom he has no feelings. And he drinks because he tries to numb his pain.

The same goes for his obviously unhealthy attitude towards sex - he uses it to numb his loneliness. I believe that Aegon literally didn't have the opportunity to feel what love is in any form. His father disliked him and showed it openly. His mother loved him, but she never knew how to express it the way he needed to. He was married to his sister (the tragedy for both of them) and it was a matter of duty, not feelings. At the time of the first season, Aegon is deeply unhappy and this is obvious. I have every reason to believe that his need for physical intimacy is based on the fact that this is the only form of love he can receive. Considering that Aegon is quite smart, I even think that he himself understands how ugly this form is, but there's nothing he can do. During the act, I guess in some unhealthy way it really saves him from loneliness, longing and the need to be loved, but in the end it makes him even more unhappy.

Then it's impossible not to remember the eighth episode and the famous:

It's still clear that family is important to him. Yes, he feels like a stranger among his relatives, but it hurts him just because he cares. He cries and says "it will never be enough for you or father" because he wants it to be enough. He still loves them and wants them to love him back.

"What Aegon wants more than anything is to be told by his dad ‘I have faith in your capabilities as a young man. I see you bringing prosperity to King’s Landing.’ But he hasn’t said any of those things. His dad has completely ignored him, in fact, throughout his entire youth." (с) Tom Glynn-Carney for Esquire

Next, we can move on to episode nine and the fact that Aegon ran away. I've seen a lot of opinions that this is an indicator of selfishness and like...what? He was scared. This follows from the script:

He was scared, he'd never leave his family, much less Sunfyre. It was a decision made in a panic when he realized that his father had died and the moment he had feared all his life had come - he needed to accept the crown to protect his family.

During the conversation in the carriage, we see that Aegon was really hurt that his father didn't love him:

He even said "because he didn't like me" when talking about his father's attitude towards him. He didn't use the word "love" because it was obvious to him that his father didn't love him. He used the word "like", unknowingly emphasizing that he couldn't count on even simple sympathy.

He's also well aware that Viserys could have named him the heir, but didn't do so simply because he didn't want to and because of this, he - the eldest son, feels unworthy of the throne, and also completely lost.

When Alicent tells him that Viserys wanted to make him the heir before his death, an emotional dam breaks inside him, it's literally written in the script:

And at this moment, looking at the dagger, he's not even listening to Alicent, he's completely in his thoughts - maybe, at least for a second, his father cared about him. And when he asks his mother if she loves him, we see how much he craves love, how broken he really is, how important his family is to him.

I know this post is insanely long and I haven't even analyzed the various microexpressions in Tom's acting, but I'm really tired of people wanting to make Aegon something pure evil.

"I also see Aegon as being incredibly complex. He's not an out-and-out psychopath. I see a multilayered character that just has endless potential of pits of vulnerability and empathy and things that we don't see. I think it's his vulnerability that breeds the darkness. It's the way he copes, it's his security, it's his safety blanket, it's an addictive coping mechanism for him to shut things out and to be cold." (с) Tom Glynn-Carney for Entertainment Weekly

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hi Hazel! Hope you are doing well! 🤗

Could I request a Divination for Childe sandalwood, dalmation stone, and cinnamon? Thank you! ❤️

Sandalwood (ceremony), Dalmatian Stone (loyalty, family), Cinnamon (love and prosperity) Childe x gn reader | Divination Ritual warning: none! its super fluffy :D

"We're going to be late," you hummed against his lips.

"Are we?" he asked, his hands flush against you, grip possessive, tight.

You pulled back from his seeking attention and smirked at the look on his face. "Do you not want to go?" He clenched his jaw. "Your sister put in a lot of work for this. She'd be upset if you didn't show up."

"These things can go on for hours. Who cares if we are a little late," he replied and made a move to your jaw. His lips caressed your skin while his fingers tugged at your new clothes.

"It took me forever to put this on."

"And you look good in it. Almost too good," he said against your neck.

"Childe, come on." You pushed against him, the woolen fabric of his decorative tunic made your palms itch. "I don't want your family mad at me."

"That could never happen."

"Yes, well, I'd rather they keep a good impression so - get - off," you shoved him back playfully. He retreated, though he looked like a wounded. As he often did when he didn't get his way. You turned back to the mirror and fussed with your clothes. "I wish I'd asked Tonia to show me how to wear this. Does it look bad?" You flared out your hands so he could see you. It wasn't the first time you'd worn Snezhnayian garb but it was the first time you'd put it on yourself.

Childe appeared over your shoulder while you fussed at the collar, tugging at the wrap around your waist. You adjusted the long sleeves and waited impatiently for Childe's opinion.

"You look perfect," he said, his voice low and steady as his eyes captured you in the reflection.

"It just feels off somehow. I guess I'll get used to it." You moved onto your hair, adjusting it so it wasn't sticking up anywhere wildly. Every time you moved the bells on the ends of your sleeves jingled a happy tune. When you felt as put together as you could be, you glanced at Childe.

He seemed frozen, lost in the reflection. His gaze longing, enchanted. He stared at the two of you, together in the bonds of his land.

"Hey." Your voice drew him back. He kissed you on the temple before pulling away from the mirror. It took you a second to compose yourself.

Clearing your throat, you made for the door while Childe wandered around the room, head on a swivel.

"What's up?"

"I've lost my coat. Have you seen it?"

"No. Did you hang it up like I told you to?" you asked, grabbing yours from the hook near the door. It took a minute to get your arms through the sleeves and the extra bulk made you feel like you were shoved into a pillow, but it was worth it not to freeze. "Check the bedroom, I'll look out here."

Childe made his way down the hall and you quickly scanned the living space for his coat. It took you almost no time to find it. Draped over the back of a random chair in the corner. You shook your head, laughed, and were about to call him when something fell from the pocket.

A small box.

Ornate.

Richly blue.

Curious, you reached for it, and though you weren't sure what was inside, your hands couldn't stop shaking. You could hear Childe in the back rooms rummaging through his things. There was time.

The lid lifted to reveal a ring shimmering in ice blue, adorned with pure gems that caught the light. You lifted it to your face, stunned.

"It's not back here," Childe shouted from the hall, startling you. You slammed the box closed and shoved it back into the pocket. Spinning on your heels just in time to face him. "Oh hey, you found it." He made his way to you. Every step caused your heart to beat more frantically than the last.

You gazed at him. His sun-freckled cheeks warmed in the yellow light of his home, his ruffled hair and crooked smile. The small scar under his left eye told of a wild childhood in the snow.

The man of your dreams.

"Ready?" he asked, his hand held out for you to take it.

You placed your fingers in his grip, hoping he couldn't tell you were shaking. "More than ready," you replied.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

I'm excited with how much this one will hurt me (Ruggie's Dream):

We are now in Afterglow Savannah, and the group (Grim, Sebek, Idia and Ortho) is teaching Jack how to use "Dream Form Change" and bro's too hesitant to say it 😭, he evens mention that it's just like the shows his sister watches. But the group continues to egg him on until he actually said it and everyone's just excited for it (except for Silver and Azul).

So in the background, we see a statue of the birth of Simba scene from the Lion King, it's said that this scene is often referenced in children's books.

The group then brought up one detail: why aren't there any statues of hyenas bowing? That's when Jack mentions an old theory, that the statue was made during the time the hyenas weren't serving the King of The Beasts and Afterglow Savannah yet. Because people believed that the hyenas lived in the "Land of Shadows" (or the "Outlands") and had their own rules.

It's also believed that lions have been kings for a long time. But despite beastfolk being scattered all across Twisted Wonderland now, their origins can be traced back to Afterglow Savannah. Jack also tell us that his family are immigrants who moved to the Land of Pyroxene.

We actually go into a bit of real-world issues here as the group talks about how Afterglow Savannah values of the co-existence of their people with nature despite urban development plans. That's when Idia brought up Leona's choice of joining a mining and energy research institue for his internship and how it highlights a current issue of his country. Ortho then tells us that mining can help a country prosper but it clashes with the traditional life of the residents, which is why the issue is seen as controversial.

The issue of excessive mining is also brought up, because if that happens people can be forced out of their homes. But with Leona joining the institute to learn about its programs and possible plans to understand the issue from the other side, shows that he really does care about his people 🥹

THEN THE OWNER OF THE DREAM APPEARS AND HE'S RUNNING LATE TO CLASS (very school girl behavior if you ask me)

This actually makes me sad because as we're passing through the market, we can see that Ruggie's dream is just life treating him better. Because his father comes home with a great fortune (they really pulling the father comes home with the milk route on him huh 😭), everyone and everything in the community is thriving with vendors handing food to Ruggie because he slept late and not because he missed a meal, and Ruggie's worries being about an exam he might miss and not how to survive to see the next day. Once again, we get hit with the reality that all of this is just Ruggie's imagination.

We end up in a school called "Ivorycliff Academy" where most students are hyena beastfolk. It also has a statue of the hyenas we see in the Lion King as well. The academy actually holds hyenas with high regard, seeing them as important figures for fighting alongside the King of The Beasts for their rights.

The academy also has an abundance of fruit trees to the point you can just pluck a fruit off the tree and eat it (had those in my old school but we were never allowed to eat the fruit smh 😒). Because of this Grim couldn't hold himself back and proceeds to eat the fruit from the trees, which causes some chaos because he's seen by students and Ruggie nearly called security on them but luckily Azul comes in with a save, telling Ruggie that Grim belongs to them and that they're exchange students.

Sebek berates Grim for causing trouble because he got hungry, but he's no better because his stomach starts growling too 😭 but Ruggie told them to feel free to eat with them since hyenas share the spirit of solidarity. He relates this to his own experience that he can't ignore other people when they're hungry.

Ruggie brings the group to a donut stall and shows us his favorite combo - a plain donut with chocolate sauce, topped with sliced fruits, custard, fresh cream, and lastly some berry jam - The Ruggie Special if you would. He gives the donut to Sebek, who eats it all in one bite. He also prepared a mountain of donuts for the group and Azul's just concerned with the amount of calories 😭

We also learn from the vendor of the donut stall that Leona was the one who established the academy. In this dream, Ruggie doesn't know Leona personally but he really looks up to him here; because Leona used his knowledge from studying abroad to build schools just like Ruggie's. He's even more popular than Farena amongst the country's youth. But then the bell rings and Ruggie leaves the group to go to class.

But then the vendor of the donut stall suddenly turns into the darkness and attacks the group, Ortho warns the group that Malleus' presence is strong so they must wake Ruggie FAST

Jack says that he doesn't want to wake Ruggie up because he's so happy in his dream. But Azul tells him that in reality, Ruggie isn't always happy and that they should wake him up for the sake of his body, because he's receiving zero calories and his real grandma is alone and probably worried sick about him.

We then remembered what happened during Book 4 where Ruggie brought food for the people in his community during winter break and they come to the realization that he wouldn't want to be stuck in the dream world when the people he cares for are still suffering in the real world. This is where Azul proposes his plan.

So Ruggie's with a group of people going to the cinema to see a movie when Azul suddenly drops a coin in the ground, 1 thaumark/madol to be exact. Ruggie stops when he hears the noise and suddenly doesn't understand what's happening to him, like something calling him.

Azul increases the amount slowly from 1 thaumark/madol to 5 thaumarks/madols, this caused Ruggie to slowly lose his mind and separate from his group to look for the source. That's when Azul pulls out 100 thaumarks/madols.

Everyone's wondering why he's dropping money all over the place, that's when Azul mentions that when Ruggie sometimes takes shifts in Mostro Lounge, he can immediately the amount of money someone dropped based on the noise (like a coin buff if you think about it). Because there was one time someone dropped money by accident and he managed to guess the exact amount of 753 thaumarks/madols. He also manages to find the location just by the noise (wish my coin buff was like that fr 😔)

Anyways look at Ruggie in the Octavinelle uniform, so cute

Everyone's surprised about this discovery, even Idia said that it's like a buff you get in an RPG.

But anyways, Ruggie manages to find the money and wonders why he suddenly feels happy about it; this causes the dream to start distorting. Azul strikes in a moment of weakness and shows Ruggie 500 thaumarks/madols.

That's when Azul throws the money into the fountain and Ruggie jumps in immediately to look for it (I think that part explains Ruggie's groovy? Correct me if I'm wrong tho). Then Azul just laughs at him (what an asshole 😭 but Yuu gets mad at him for it)

This actually wakes Ruggie up and the group of people he was with approaches him and the first thing he does when he's back on his senses is to complain about the color of their uniform 💀 and that he doesn't give a damn if it gets dirty, preferring the NRC black colored uniform better.

The group tells him not to be behave that way because they're meant to be affiliated with the king. But Ruggie's like "King? I'll choose which King I'll serve." which turns them into shadows.

Once the shadows are defeated, Ortho explains to Ruggie that everything was just a dream; which causes him to breakdown completely.

He cries about how all the food was fake, and when he goes home his dad isn't there and his grandma won't get a new car. Idia isn't helping with the situation either because when Ruggie asks if Malleus was a heartless person, he proceeded to responded "erm actually he's a fae 🤓" (would've killed him just saying 🤷‍♀️)

Ruggie calms down and suggests we go find Leona because if there's anyone who wants to fight Malleus, it's most definitely him. Jack agrees, saying that Ruggie is the best person to wake him up knowing that he does that every morning.

The update ends with Ruggie joining the gang as we go to Leona's dream.

And that's it for the first part of the Savanaclaw update! Keep in mind the second part covering Leona's dream will be released on November 29, so stay tuned then!

Previous: Jack's Dream Next: Leona's Dream

(Note: This post is a summarized version of the update, info and pics comes from @/LBucchie and @/WitchDrug on x/twt, give them some support if you can)

[madwomansapologist]

meant to be | shan yu

Pinterest Board | More Shan Yu | AO3

synopsis: Shan Yu told you China would be your dowry. He's a honoured man, despite everything.

warnings: fluff. marriage cerimony (made my best to be historicaly correct). murder couple. age gap. kidnapping. yandere!shan yu (or as i prefer to word it: malewife!shan yu). smut. a lot of teasing. switch!reader. praise kink. dumbification. creampie. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).

The warm breeze ruffled your combed hair. You couldn't care less. There are more important things. Like the sunrise, so warm and invigorating. Or the distant mountains, protecting the city. The lights coming from the houses bellow you.

The world is still so beautiful. All of this seen from the palace, in the highest room, in safety. This view alone made the entire journey worth it.

Your mom pulled you away from the balcony, sitting you down on the bed and trying to rearrange your hair. A red veil was placed over your head, probably in an attempt to get you to sit down and stay still for once.

You weren't expecting for Shan Yu to be so... attached to traditions. They aren't even his. You thought once China was conquered, the only thing he would care about would be his coronation. Not a wedding.

"I just don't see the need of it," you said to Shan Yu. "We're travelling, living together, for so long. Don't you think a cerimony seems... a bit tardy?"

Shan Yu's gaze always revealed more than the words coming out of his mouth. And the certainty hidden in the golden eyes said more than he needed.

He held your hands, taking the last step that separated his body from yours. Shan Yu brushed your hair away from your face, stroking your bloody skin. "You are my greatest pride, Moon," Shan Yu smiled. "Nothing will ever stop me from showing this to the world."

With the world burning around you, Shan Yu knelt down. "Will you marry me?" He kissed your knuckles covered in the blood of your enemies. "Will you give me your heart?"

He did his best to be perfect. Just like in your dreams, Shan Yu explained to you.

Your family was picked up, the trip quicker due to the victory, and the engagement letter was delivered as soon as you were reunited. They feared for you, searched for the truth hidden in between your words, but after a while you made them understand. He's a good man, you swore. It doesn't seem like it, but he's good to me.

You assumed the dowry would be, well, China, but Shan Yu wasn't content. How he discovered that geese were signs of unwavering love you still don't know, but he did. So many flowers, symbols of luck and prosperity.

Shan Yu was clealy trying to make up for the first impression he made on your parents.

The wedding gifts arrived the same day. Silver, jewelry, exotic foods. The separate floor for your parents seemed more like a hideout of treasures than a place to sleep.

They accepted the gifts. You're not sure they could do anything more than that, but it still meant a lot for the both of you.

"You can change your mind, cub," your mom sat beside you. "I've told you before. Your father and I may look old, but we still have energy. One word, and we're ready to runnaway with you."

You let your head fall on her shoulder, enjoying her warmth. You missed her so much. "Thank you," you whispered. "But I am sure of this. I don't think I have ever been so sure of anything in my entire life."

The silence was quite comforting, but you were glad when she opened her mouth. "So you think we look old?"

Laughing, you looked at her. Throught the red veil, you could still see the face of the woman you love the most in the whole word. "You are beautiful," it was nothing but the truth. "Mom, do you still love me?"

She held you by your shoulders, so tight you could feel it on your bones. "Always," she said. "Are you ready?"

You were.

"Perfume," she remind you. Holding the doorknob, you looked back. She opened some drawers, and took a frask out of it. You let her spray it on you. "Lotus flowers. So you can give me pretty grandchildren."

"Mom!" You practically ran from the room, going down the stairs. "I prefer when you hated him!"

You bumped into your father, who held you carefully. Your mother reached you, leaning on him for support. “Now all you have to do is wait,” he informed you. Approaching, with a smirk on his face, he whispered. "Or run away."

They really are soulmates. "Go on," you told them. "I will wait."

They walked away, heading down the stairs to the ceremonial hall, and you took a deep breath. There was no reason to be nervous, but that didn't convince your mind. Admiring the paintings from past dynasties, sad to see how such beautiful works are hidden in an isolated buildings, you heard his steps.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You asked, glaring at the painting.

Shan Yu offered you his arm. "Incomparable," he smiled, looking at you.

You breathed deep. After a last glance, you accept his touch. "You won't believe what my mom told me."

"Nothing worse than what your father told me, I assume."

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The warm breeze caressed your skin, your fingers focused on removing the pendants from your hair. In your chambers, the party was far below in the palace. Shan Yu locked the door, and watched you undo each braid.

"You're happy," he said.

You looked at Shan Yu, and stretched your arm towards him. He got closer, stroking your skin, and stood before you. "And so are you."

"And now?" You allowed him to help you. "China. Our marriage. What comes next?"

Shan Yu stroked your loose hair. "Tomorrow we rule," he said. "Tonight we celebrate."

You stood up, your fingers undoing the knots in your clothes. “We did it all wrong,” you let the fabric fall down your body. You crawled onto the bed, looking at him.

Shan Yu admired you. He looked at you the same way you looked at each of the paintings in this palace. "We did?" He asked, voice hoarse, unable to care about anything other than you.

“I was supposed to be a virgin,” you said. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you slowly spread your legs. His gaze was no different from that of a wild animal. "The veil. The letters you wrote to my parents. The wedding night. I was supposed to be a virgin but you couldn't help yourself, could you?"

He took off his ceremonial attire, being reciprocal to your show. "I prefer it this way," he ignored your teasing. Shan Yu held your ankles, stroking the warm skin and pulling you as he placed one of his knees on the bed. "You're comfortable. Excited. Shameless."

Shan Yu was ready to dive into you, but you were faster. You pulled his arm, knocking him onto the bed. A surprised laugh escaped his lips as you sat on his lap.

“I thought you liked that,” you placed Shan Yu’s hands on your waist. "You seemed to enjoy all of our private lessons. I tried so hard to learn."

Shan Yu moved to lay you down onto the bed, but you stopped him by rubbing your sex against his hardening member beneath you. You forced him down, hands wandering through his chest.

"You little devilish thing," he groaned. "You never cease to amuse me, don't you?"

You scratched his arms, focused on the movements of your hips. "Oh, but that's why you fell in love with me," you whispered against his ear. "You never know what to expect."

He throbed against you. Smirking, you teased him more. "See?" Biting his earlobe, you felt his nails dig into your skin. "I bet I could do anything to you."

You stood up, admiring how the yellow eyes followed your movements. Rubbing your breasts against Shan Yu's torso, you kissed him.

Celebrate, he told you.

Still kissing him, you grabbed his cock and rubbed it against your clit. Before he could react, you let it slide inside you. With his cock deep within your pussy, you rode him.

Mesmerized, Shan Yu could only watch the way your body moved. How perfect you were. Made to break him in pieces and put him back together.

"You fuck me so good," you moaned, looking into his eyes. Walls clenching tighter around his cock, buried deep within you. "Hm, fuck... My emperor is so good for me."

Something imploded inside Shan Yu.

He grabbed your neck, throwing you onto the bed, still inside you. Shan Yu moved you effortlessly, as if you were as light as a feather. Your legs on his shoulder, his hand holding your neck as if you would've run away from him, his teeth deep into your skin.

"Say it again," Shan Yu growled.

"My emperor," you cried. "You make me feel so whole. F-fuck, you can do anything you want to me."

Shan Yu fucked you like a senseless animal. Like a brutal beast. Like something made for him to devour, to taste and savor until he got tired. A pretty doll for him to break and put together how many he wanted.

You never felt so desired.

You pulled him into a kiss, your lips barely able to behaving as they should've. Close to him, closer than anyone else has ever been, you felt as his thrusts find the right place to beat.

"Mine," was the only thing you were able to understand from his words. "I will never let you go," he squeezed your neck, getting a whimper from you. "You're mine."

Your mouth contorted into a smile. "I don't want to go," you pulled his hair. "I'm yours. Only yours."

And so Shan Yu filled you, teeth deep into your skin. He didn't stop. He continued moving hard, his thumb circling your clit, until you melted into his fingers.

"My emperor," you whispered against his mouth.

Shan Yu smiled, his teeth sinking into your lips. "My empress."

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[xomakara]

Harvesting Hearts

SUMMARY | Kun, the newest resident of Neo Valley, helps you harvest the crops for this year's harvest festival and ends up developing feelings for you.

PAIRINGS |  Kun x Reader

RATING |  SFW

GENRE |  SFW, Fluff, western au, country farming au, romance, we're country farming ya'll

CONTENT/WARNINGS | none really. Unless you count a crop stealing sheep lol

LENGTH |  6,418 words

TAGLIST |  --

NETWORKS |  @k-vanity

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  hi all~ been a while since I wrote anything for Kun haha. This is written for kvanity's fall event and the prompts I used were:

Autumn Salad — You need a lot of help to harvest this year’s crops for the fall festival, so you hire the new stranger that recently moved into town.

Apple Cider — "I’m not scared…as long as you’re here with me, everything is okay."

thank you @hobeemin for the lovely banner and divider! And thank you @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading this! This was inspired by Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon, Story of Seasons and any other farm sim games. Happy reading folks!

Ah, fall. 

It's already that time of year as you leaned against the railings on your front porch that overlooked the crops in your farm fields below. In the back of your mind, a feeling of accomplishment arose; your farm has truly begun to prosper, a year after taking up residence here. With it came an abundance of other emotions: relief that your hard work had paid off so well, happiness that you could now help provide food and fodder for the entire town. It was a new chapter in your life, a new step toward self sufficiency and stability. It was even better since there were so many wonderful people you were able to call neighbors, and there were so many nice creatures living nearby as well. You tilted your head and smiled when the memory of a white fluffball toddled in your mind's eye.

Before that thought could carry on, you heard someone call your name. With a confused expression, you stepped around the railing and searched until you spotted a flash of blue bouncing its way down the path. After a moment, you recognised who it was.

"Jungwoo? What's up?" you greeted. The man greeted you with an equally joyful hello of his own as he caught his breath at your gate, his blue postman vest unbuttoned and swaying behind him.

"Heya Y/N! Not too much today," Jungwoo began casually, resting his elbow onto the gate. "It's been quiet on the postal side, but I got somethin' for ya! Here!"

He excitedly flipped the blue straps across his shoulder, then proceeded to rummage through the bulging postman bag, chuckling a bit in the process. He searched some more, letting out a triumphant laugh before withdrawing a small yellow package, with a decorative sun drawn onto its wrappings.

"Bingo!" Jungwoo said triumphantly, placing the yellow package into your outstretched hands. It was kind of lumpy, but felt sturdy too.

"What did she send me this time?" you cocked your head to the side, looking at the package that your older sister had sent over for what seemed the millionth time. 

Your big sis and fellow city dweller loved sending care packages for you, despite your many protests, which seemed to spur her on even more. So, her last letter had prompted a bigger shipment; full of food, utensils, clothes and other "necessities" to help ease the transition into your new life as a farmer. If there was one thing your big sis was, it was resourceful. You couldn't help but smile with affectionate annoyance, thinking about how sweet it was of her to support you on your own terms like this.

"Oh yeah!" Jungwoo jumped, hitting his forehead a bit. "Forgot to mention that we have a new person moving into town next week. Mayor Taeyong told me this morning so that I can pass along the message to everyone during my rounds."

"Neat," you replied. "New farmer? Rancher?"

"Not really sure," Jungwoo hummed, tapping his chin. "Mayor Taeyong just said that he was gonna settle here and that he’s gonna have the empty property next to yours."

"Oh? That's good since Yangyang and I need some friendly competition," you remarked cheekily. Your farm neighboured a luscious field full of sheep, cows and chickens owned by Yangyang, a lovely rancher with a mischievous streak and a love for cute fluffy things. It was an adorable pairing to behold and witness every morning when the flock ambled from Yangyang's property over to yours to graze, as he made his morning greetings to the animals with his chirpy personality and sunny smile.

"Ah, true," Jungwoo agrees, snickering quietly. "Well, I gotta go and continue my deliveries. Catch you later Y/N."

With an eager nod, you watch him zip away, once again on another route, delivering precious mail. Turning around, you settle into the rocking chair and start peeling away at the wrappings, eyes glittering with eagerness to see what your sister has sent you this time. With the package peeled open and the contents removed, you smiled as you clutched the set of leather gardening gloves that you'd mentioned in passing, but forgot in your hurry to move into town a year ago. Alongside the gloves was an equally soft shawl to protect you from the elements when you needed to do chores or check on the crops after the sun had gone to sleep.

You looked over to your crops, spotting a familiar fluffy, white sheep trotting with a wedge of vegetables cradled in its mouth and when it's eyes met yours, tried to make a beeline back towards Yangyang's fields. It was a common occurrence, really, this particular sheep would always take one vegetable from your plot every now and then, and would parade it around town in its mouth. There was something just so funny and endearing about the creature that you didn't feel the need to punish it or stop it. Everyone always got a laugh seeing a little sheep march through town with a head of lettuce or bunch of corn clamped between its jaws. Even Yangyang stopped reprimanding it, seeing that it would sneak out and continue the habit no matter what.

You decided to allow yourself a little rest, before packing away the treasures and going back to work in the fields. You slipped on the pair of warm gloves, pleased that the interior was lined with something warm and soft, and your worries of blisters were minimized. You could definitely tell that these gloves would be comfortable to wear all day long. Making your way down the steps, you admired the gloves for a moment and turned your attention to your little friend that was prancing in front of the fence. It seemed excited today, hopping to and from different areas of the field, still holding its "prize".

"Fluffy, are you going to take that beet and go into town?" you inquired. 

The sheep always seemed to understand what you and others had to say, judging by its reactions. The little animal gave an affirmative bleat, continuing its merrymaking. Chuckling, you bent down, stroking the sheep between the ears affectionately.

"What did you take from Y/N's farm this time, you little rascal?" you heard Yangyang ask from his side of the fence, laughing. He had opened the gate between your lands and was sauntering over to the pair of you. When Fluffy heard his voice, it quickly bounced over and deposited its prize at his feet. Yangyang picked it up, observing the beet carefully before looking at you and then the sheep, eyebrows lifted.

"Hm," he mused. "A beet this time. Good job. Now go show it off like you usually do."

With another "bah", the little white sheep set off with the beet in its mouth, bounding towards town with newfound vigor. You and Yangyang both stared at it, amused as you both shared a chuckle at its behavior.

"That silly little guy really seems to enjoy showing off your crops," Yangyang snorted, leaning against the fencepost. "Even with the other sheep, I can't seem to keep him in line. Whenever he spots one of your crops, I lose him and he trots over to you to have an adventure."

"It's fine, you know," you shook your head. "I think it's adorable, and I really don't mind the loss of one crop. Just let that cutie do its thing, okay?"

Yangyang smiled softly, the corners of his mouth quirked up. The breeze was gentle, rustling his dark locks as he scanned the nearby fields with a pensive look on his face. His eyes were alight with a content gaze, taking in all the lush green fields.

"You have a talent for this farming business," he said, turning to meet your gaze with a bright and eager one. "And your success has helped the valley as a whole. What can I ever give you, as your best friend, to repay you?"

"One of your cows? Pleaseee," you asked playfully.

"Hell no," Yangyang responded incredulously.

"Pft. Jokes aside," you chuckled a bit at your joke and his incredulous reaction. "Did Jungwoo tell you we're having another neighbor moving into the property next to mine? And a possible new farmer or rancher, at that."

"Yeah," Yangyang beamed. "I hope the new person doesn't mind a cute, crop stealing sheep."

As you and Yangyang continued chatting, Fluffy returned with the beet and a few children following the sheep like little ducks in its wake. The children saw the pair of you, giggling, waving, and started a chorus of "good mornings." Both you and Yangyang returned the good mornings with grins, laughing when the group of kids proceeded to chase the sheep further into town, as it picked up speed and began a merry race with its pursuers.

"Let's head into town and get some lunch at Johnny's," Yangyang suggested. With that, the two of you walked the dusty, gravel trail and were welcomed by the vibrant buzz of Neo Valley.

A week later, you were conversing with Yangyang and Jeno and Hyemi, the couple that ran the ranch and farm across the river that ran adjacent to town, when you noticed a handsome figure standing beside Mayor Taeyong in front of the wooden gate that led into the property next to yours. All four of you perked up, seeing Taeyong turn towards the fields and beam, gesturing towards a handsome man with fair hair and a somewhat formal demeanor.

"Oh, looks like all our farming and ranching folks are here," Taeyong exclaimed as he noticed your little group. "These are your fellow neighbors."

The man turned to look at all of you and you swear, your knees felt weak from how handsome he was. The man's eyes widened, scanning the four of you, noting all the different fields and livestock, before his gaze settled on you and didn't leave. You suddenly felt embarrassed, fiddling with the edge of your tunic before realizing that he had begun walking towards you and was now a meter away.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet all of you," the stranger greeted. "I'm Kun and I'll be living in that space right here for a while. Nice to meet you."

With introductions all done, Kun's gaze lingered on you for a second longer than what was polite, and you felt a thrill at that. Before you could speak, you were pleasantly surprised to see Fluffy jump and begin to leap around excitedly this time with a sweet potato dangling from its mouth. You, Yangyang and Kun all began laughing at its energetic display.

"Is this your sheep?" Kun questioned with amusement. Yangyang nodded in the affirmative as he grinned.

"Yup. This silly thing sneaks over here from Yangyang's livestock whenever he wants an adventure," you giggled, shaking your head fondly. "He loves to take my crops as a prize, then goes parading through the village and farms like a small show pony."

"That's quite humorous," Kun mused. He bent to scratch behind Fluffy's ears and the creature looked ecstatic at the sudden attention. It dropped the potato, licking at Kun's fingers and bleating at him. "You'll come and take my crops too if I start my own farm?"

Another bleat. Another round of laughter. With this interaction, you had a feeling that Kun would get along just fine in your small town. After Fluffy picked the potato back up and took a victory lap around the group and your properties, it scurried into town to show off.

"I'm going to keep an eye on the little cutie," Taeyong laughed. He had his hands in his pockets, a wide smile on his lips as he laughed a bit. "I trust ya'll are gonna help the new guy get settled in, am I right?"

With that, the mayor headed off, and it was just the five of you. You smiled at Kun, noticing how nice his eyes looked and how neatly styled his hair was. His clothes were modest and fit, making him a treat to gaze at for you.

"Kun," Yangyang repeated. "Are you gonna be starting a farm or a ranch?"

"Not too sure," Kun chuckled. "I'm open to suggestions."

"He could have both," Jeno replied. "Right, Hyemi?"

"Of course," Hyemi nodded. She stood close to Jeno, her hand finding his in a cute moment. "We run both the farm and the ranch across the river."

"That's only 'cause you two are married," Yangyang scoffed. "Before, you guys both ran separate farms and ranches."

"Hush," Jeno and Hyemi shot playful glares.

"Farm or ranch..." Kun echoed. He tapped his chin in a thoughtful pose. "I like the idea of having a farm. I feel I have the potential to do well with this."

"I'll teach you," you responded quickly. "I was in your shoes a year ago and I can definitely guide you and show you what worked and didn't work for me."

Kun looked touched and was pleasantly surprised by your offer. He thanked you repeatedly, which you brushed away with a smile on your lips. You were touched and happy to help, and to have a partner-in-crime now. Yangyang gave you a knowing look and wiggled his eyebrows.

"We'll leave you guys to chat now," Jeno stated, eyes shining. "See you all around town!"

The young couple departed and once more, it was you three, now standing outside of the empty field. The field looked unkempt, with patches of weeds in various places. To the corner of the lot were large tree stumps, their roots digging deep into the soil.

"Oh, that is a big issue," Kun exclaimed when his eyes spotted the trees. He hummed. "Y/N, can you show me where the best tools are made or crafted?"

"For general items, your best bet is Full Sun," you advised. "Haechan sells seeds, pots and bags of soil, but if you want fences or any kind of carpentry done, Hendery's is the place to go too. Chenle and Jisung runs the local blacksmith if you want axes and stuff."

"Great! That's a start," Kun was jotting this information down on his phone. You saw him nod a couple times and pause. You and Yangyang traded glances and waited until he was finished, before prompting him for his thoughts.

"Right. Okay," Kun stuffed his cellphone back into his pocket, shoulders sagging. "This is quite a lot, isn't it?"

"You'll do fine," you reassured him. "If a city girl like me can turn a shoddy farm into what it is now, you can do it too."

He looked pleased and comforted and nodded a bit. Kun was curious now, his eyes glowing and a boyish grin graced his features. A thought entered your mind and your lips quirked up too.

"How about we go into town and introduce you to everyone?" You suggested. "And afterwards, we can see about grabbing some lunch and plot a plan for your farm."

"That sounds great," Kun responded. "Lead the way."

You knew Kun was different right away. It was noticeable at first when the three of you arrived into town and Kun offered the shop owner's his help by helping them clear out the storage area. Even Doyoung, the local doctor, had been pleasantly surprised and excited with his willingness to be of use and help out. Everyone seemed enamored with the handsome man.

"I see you got a little crush on the new guy," Johnny, the owner of the cafe you love to inhabit for lunch, teased. He had the audacity to make kissing noises, causing you to snap a playful glare his way. "Buuuuttt, he is very attractive, isn't he?"

You had been sharing lunch with Haechan and Johnny, since Yangyang couldn't join today. A plate of soup, sandwich and an assortment of fried foods, the perfect comfort food was set before you, and you sighed happily. This meal was a favorite for a lot of reasons. But Kun was always at the forefront of your mind as you took the first bite.

"Isn't that a coincidence," Haechan smirked. "He seems to think you're gorgeous too."

"Shut up, shut up," you hissed, voice going a pitch higher as a warm blush raced up your neck. "I barely even know the dude! Stop assuming so fast..."

Both Haechan and Johnny blinked their eyes before grinning wider than necessary. This wasn't anything unusual, since Haechan was usually the biggest prankster in town, and Johnny wasn't too far behind on pulling ridiculous shenanigans. You squirmed, slightly embarrassed by the attention but were willing to ignore the pair and instead dive into your lunch. You didn't dare admit how attracted to the newcomer you were, already developing feelings and fondness for a guy who just moved into Neo Valley.

"C'mon," Johnny prodded with a low whistle. "Admit it. He is attractive."

"So?" you sipped at your drink, watching both Haechan and Johnny from a careful distance. "I said the same about Yangyang and we're just friends. Kun will be too."

"Uh huh. Sureeee," Haechan had that same playful, devilish sparkle in his eyes. He leaned closer, studying your reaction, while you simply slurped your beverage. "Nothing wrong with making some moves here and there."

"Dude. Too soon," you held your palms up in defense and scrunched your nose at him. Johnny chuckled, patting your shoulder.

"Never too soon, if the signals are there," the older man retorted with a shrug.

"Okay, fine," you relented. There was no point in hiding it anymore. Haechan knew you too well and would tease you till kingdom come until you caved. "He is kind of attractive."

Johnny laughed heartily, the sound echoing in the empty cafe. Meanwhile Haechan gasped like you'd spilled the biggest secret and pressed his hands into his cheeks, doing that annoying fake swoon. You rolled your eyes, used to the ridiculous antics from these two.

"Your life is blessed now," Haechan clasped his hands together with a dopey smile on his face. "The newest resident to Neo Valley happens to be Y/N's type? Oh you gotta shoot your shot, Y/N."

"Nooooo," you moaned, cheeks burning a little brighter. You couldn't deny the truth in his words: Kun did happen to be your type. 

While you and Haechan argued for the last piece of sweet potato tempura, Johnny observed from the side and nodded a bit as a playful idea entered his brain. "Changing topics, the Fall Festival is coming up in a couple months. I know your batch of radishes and sweet potatoes are looking good because Fluffy has been parading them through the town for the last week."

"He does have a preference for those kinds," you chuckled, rolling your eyes. "At least the crop thief knows which vegetables will do well at the festival."

"This will be Kun's first festival in town and since he doesn't have any crops yet...can he tag along with you for your entries?" Haechan proposed. "Just so he knows what to expect the next time around."

"It shouldn't be a problem..." You considered that for a long moment. "If he wants to."

"That settles it," Haechan chuckled. "Now I just need to convince Kun to join us and prepare him for the biggest celebration in town."

With those words spoken, you heard a familiar clatter followed by laughter, and you were startled when a little sheep trotted into the restaurant, carrying a large eggplant between its teeth. Kun entered after it, bowing several apologies to Johnny and he stopped in his tracks, meeting your stare with an eager grin. You watched as he followed the sheep to your side of the restaurant and sat beside you and Haechan.

"I saw him steal an eggplant from your fields, Y/N," Kun laughed. "Thought I might as well accompany him. This little cutie and I have become quite close."

"Ahhh Fluffy. At this point, you might as well make a residence in my backyard," you scratched Fluffy's head between the ears and got a pleased little "bah." as you grinned back at the animal. “Maybe I should ask Yangyang if I can adopt you instead.”

"Since you're here, Kun, I have something to ask you about," Haechan continued with his plot, raising his eyebrows a bit. He laid the trap nicely and simply, you were impressed and amused at the same time. "There's a big festival happening in a few months. Since you've barely started your farm, what do you think about helping Y/N out this year so next year, it's easier on you?"

Kun's eyes were wide and bright at the mention of the festival. You knew what his answer would be, and indeed, he was thrilled at the thought of attending an event such as this one, a week after moving in. His face was lit up in a fond and caring smile. “Sure, count me in!”

"Great," you replied, returning a genuine and equally excited grin. "This will be so much fun."

Haechan and Johnny high fived each other. Their expressions said "got 'em", and their grins were triumphant. The four of you finished your lunches and Kun tagged along with you to Hendery's to ask for repairs to his cabin, which the carpenter was quick to agree to. After Kun left, heading back to the cabin to ensure Hendery had everything he needed, Johnny turned to you.

"He's totally interested," Johnny stated matter-of-factly, tossing you a flirty wink. "Keep an eye on him at the festival, alright?"

"Whatever, John," you sighed heavily, throwing your hands into the air. "Your obsession over love makes you extra meddling, y'know. Look at Haechan, he's a prime example of the devil being love crazy."

"What can I say," Haechan shrugged, the cat-like grin back in place. "Love is something worth chasing after and obsessing about."

"Mark is not going to return your love, you know. He is happily married with a kid," you reminded him.

"And yet I remain hopeful," Haechan insisted.

You rolled your eyes in amusement. There was a skip in your step as you went around town to accomplish your list of errands, thoughts of the festival and Kun occupying the corners of your mind. And at night, when your head hit your pillow, your last thought was the man. You felt a thrilling sort of warmth in your belly when you closed your eyes and fell asleep to dreams of a handsome man that would soon make himself an important and permanent fixture in Neo Valley.

"Kun, can you grab that fertilizer and drop it off into those rows please?" you instructed. "Thanks so much! I owe ya one."

"No need," Kun called. "I'm happy to help."

Kun found that he really loved how relaxed things were here and how natural it was to fall into a routine, something to be passionate about and dedicated to. The repetitive tasks of weeding, watering, pruning, checking up on the livestock and taking the crops to the shipping bin to send to Haechan in town was strangely refreshing and enjoyable. His muscles ached from labor, his chest puffing and caving as he breathed deeply from exertion. Kun enjoyed the hot days under a beating sun, as well as the rainy days filled with puddles and slick ground, leaving everything gleaming.

The farm was doing amazing. Before your guidance, Kun wouldn't have the slightest idea what to plant, where to plant it, how much care the seedlings require before being ready to be harvested, and all the extra work required. Kun couldn't even begin to express how lucky he felt, that someone as kind and generous and easy to get along as you had extended your help. He knew his passion could only take him so far before you swooped in and ensured that things were on the right track.

Fluffy continued to provide the farming duo with comic relief, as the sheep loved taking things, whether it be crops, or small items that caught its fancy. The fluffy white animal was always accompanied by little kids, or townies on their lunch break, as they took a lap around town with the crowd following it. This sight was heartwarming and humorous, to witness the chaos caused by an adorable animal with an obsession.

You were also incredibly thoughtful. On his first night after getting the cabin situated by Hendery, he had gotten home to find a basket full of items gifted from around the neighborhood. There had been some sewing kits, a set of matches and a knife, new garden tools and some seeds to add to his growing collection and various other things.

Aside from the help, Kun was rather taken with you. The way the breeze tousled and played with your hair, the soft laugh you shared, your soft smile, the joy in your eyes and the compassion you possessed. There was nothing about you that left him wanting or cold, and as the Fall Festival came up, he couldn't wait to spend more time and enjoy more events with you.

The way the wind caressed his face and the way your laugh had begun to fill his dreams told Kun everything. He loved being in your presence and knew deep down in his heart that you meant a lot to him, more so than a neighbor or friend. If anything, he wanted to know more, to explore a future with you. A future in this little town that offered him a lifestyle he never dreamed he would experience.

His own feelings weren't something he was prepared to deal with, however. Kun just knew he liked being around you. And he loved to help with your farm and bring the fruits and veggies to the bin, seeing your face light up when he delivered a perfect head of cabbage. Kun enjoyed the walks that sometimes led to the mines or his property, where you would share the sunsets and stargazing while talking about farming and ranching and other activities. The conversations always revolved around mundane chatter and Kun wasn't bothered by it. He could talk and talk forever and be comfortable to just sit in silence beside you.

Oh how things had changed for him. How different his life was now. How exciting life could get, how thrilling and uplifting it could feel. In only three months, Kun had fallen head over heels for a farmer girl.

But could things get more serious? Would it go that direction, from a friendly relationship to one filled with warmth and passion and a loving energy.

"We should go mining sometime," he mused aloud to himself, not hearing you approach him from behind.

"What?" your question drew him out of his reverie. 

Kun shook his head, glancing at you as your arms crossed over your stomach. He suddenly couldn't think when his eyes raked over your body, tracing your soft curves. He didn't even process how the light of the sun framed your lovely figure like a halo, your aura shining in all your glory. All the while, your own thoughts were spinning into overdrive, looking up at the broadness of his back as you imagined how it would feel to hold his hand, rest your cheek against the contour and smoothness of his shoulders.

"Wanna go exploring? There are these huge ruins not too far away," he tried his best to speak casually and relaxed but failed when he registered his heartbeat. Oh. This feeling was entirely too new. Kun was nervous, sweat slicking his palms and his blood humming. What was happening to him? To his calm, carefree lifestyle?

"Yeah, that sounds great," you gave him a pleased and soft smile. You didn't notice his heightened nerves and glanced towards the forest path, picturing the dense area covered in foliage. "I haven't been there before."

"Seriously?" His incredulity pulled you out of your mental images. "You haven't explored past the cliff near your farm?"

"Nope," your giggle filled the air and he wanted to capture it, save the sound, and carry it everywhere he went. His heart did the strange palpitation again. Kun blinked rapidly.

"Then, if it's not a problem..." he paused, fidgeting with his shirt. "What about tomorrow afternoon? We can scope out the ruins and make a map, maybe?"

"Hmm," you paused. Your lips were in a pretty pout and he wanted to lean down, capture those rosy and sweet lips with a gentle kiss. Wanted to hold you close to his heart. "I think the rest of the crops can handle themselves. Most are ready for harvest anyways. Would be a good distraction from the anticipation, yeah?"

"Yes," Kun cleared his throat, a slight heat warming his cheeks at your proximity. Why was he acting like this? There was something about you that made him feel so alive, like he was treading dangerous territory and didn't know what would happen. Not that he minded it. "We can leave after we water the crops and harvest anything that's ready?"

"Perfect!" you exclaimed.

The rest of your time harvesting was spent with warm conversation and fond gazes and sweet smiles that left butterflies swarming his insides, and he struggled with figuring out just what these feelings meant. When he was back home, preparing a simple bowl of an autumn salad and sliced radishes to make a delicious side dish, a single phrase whispered out loud. 

Kun spoke in awe at the realization. "It must be love."

It seemed crazy. Kun was still adjusting to his new living situation and you were a sweet woman that lived only a couple of feet from his front door.

Love, huh?

You had given him your attention, your guidance, your knowledge and you took the time to be around him and make him feel important. It was weird, experiencing these feelings but not...unpleasant. In fact, he rather enjoyed them.

From the window that was open in the kitchen, Kun's ears picked up the sound of someone passing his property. Instantly, the sounds of a sheep followed. He chuckled to himself.

"Silly sheep," he mused softly, eyes twinkling and heart filled with affection. For the cute animal that he had taken quite a liking to, for the town that embraced him, for his new friends that supported and understood him. But mostly, his heart was aflutter at the thought of a farmer girl who lived uphill, with a name as beautiful and unique and ethereal as you.

Indeed, these feelings were unlike anything before.

"Kun!" Your laughter flowed from your lips, gesturing towards the booth reserved with all your produce, or what your field had been able to supply for the day's Fall Festival. "Come here."

His lips were stretched into the most wide, content and elated grin, taking his place by your side, basking in the sight of the booths full of fall themed trinkets, food and products, the games for children, as well as the horse racing section. The Neo Valley residents were a colorful and interesting and happy group of folks, and there was nowhere else he wished to be in the world at that moment.

The weather was a cool autumn temperature and everyone had gathered to show off their skills and work or eat a festival's worth of delicious food and join the band. His senses were a bit overwhelmed as Kun took everything in. The warm scent of mulled wine was in the air as couples held the steaming cups of fragrant delight, and his fingers itched to hold your hand, or take yours, to whisper compliments and praises or laugh heartily. To say something romantic and let his feelings slip out, finally confess how much his heart skipped and did funny flips when you looked his way. To know if the same emotions and affections and desires ran through your veins when you saw him.

But he couldn't. And he wouldn't. Because he didn't know what was going on between the two of you, and he wasn't sure you would welcome or want anything to develop between you both. He'd only been in the valley for a few months already, and it could just be him reading too deep into everything, making assumptions and conclusions.

"Are you scared if your crops lose this year?" Kun asked in curiosity.

"I’m not scared…as long as you’re here with me, everything is okay," you leaned over and squeezed his arm. Kun gulped a bit. If you noticed the gesture, you didn't comment on it. Instead, you carried on with the chatter, oblivious to the storm swirling within him. "Of course I want to win, but just being here, amongst friends and sharing a special tradition is what's really important. Don't you think so?"

He didn't know what to say, with his face beginning to heat up at the thought of your warmth, and your honesty and the gentle care you possessed. He only managed to smile.

"Agreed," Kun nodded, smiling softly. His expression matched yours perfectly. "This is great. My first Fall Festival with you and I love it."

His heart raced when he caught the dreamy smile you gave him, a gaze brimming with something warm and fuzzy and wonderful that left him speechless.

"Lucky us," you hummed.

Kun could've been dreaming, but you reached out and grabbed his hand. Your fingers laced with his and your palm rested against his. You gripped gently. There was a shy yet dazzling smile that took hold of your features and Kun swore the entire world shifted for a split second. Time had frozen for the two of you, all sounds from the festival silenced and your features glowed in the glow of the festival lights, a glowing halo of autumn colors, with the perfect warmth that he longed for.

"Thank you, for everything you've done for me," you spoke softly. His head ducked shyly, as you brought a tender hand to cup his chin, tilting his gaze so it could meet with yours. "I mean it, Kun. Thank you so, so much."

"Don't thank me," Kun's heart squeezed at your words. "I'd do it all over again and not ask for a single reward. Because all I need, all I want, is you. I know we've only known each other for only a few months but you have made such an impact on me that there's no way I'd go back to my city lifestyle. And if things carry on the same way, I'm glad it'll be here, in Neo Valley."

"Gosh, that was really corny," you murmured with a playful nudge of his shoulder, your laughter bubbling from your lips. It was light and sweet, filling him with a delightful kind of joy. A laugh Kun had been craving to hear again. "And somehow, so perfectly you."

You looked over his face, mapping every part of his handsome profile. There were so many questions that he wanted to ask but instead held off on until a moment arrived that made sense. Instead, the pair of you let the moment settle, your fingers sliding further into his grasp and resting gently, Kun relishing the contact.

The moment passed, and Kun exhaled a shaky breath he didn't even know he'd been holding. You both returned back to the festival, focusing on your first shared Autumn event and all the sights and sounds. The only sign that the connection remained, were the soft rubs of your thumb across the back of his knuckles and the smile you kept glancing at him with.

And as the harvest contest wrapped up, you playfully pouted when Jeno and Hyemi ended up the big winners. Despite losing this year's harvest competition, you were smiling from ear to ear, as the atmosphere and festivities made everything worthwhile. Kun spent his first festival walking the grounds, eating delicious and traditional foods, talking and laughing with your other friends and exchanging stories and traditions with town residents who had become like family.

Kun walked you back to your farm, letting the silence hang in the air comfortably and listening to the symphony of crickets and the rustle of leaves as they were disturbed in the breeze. It was a slow walk home, savoring each other's company until the end of the path leading to your front door. Your fingers reluctantly unraveled themselves from his and Kun instantly felt the chill from his fingertips to his toes when you were no longer pressed up close to his warmth, keeping his hand safe and held within yours. He missed your hand in his the moment it was no longer present, and his chest longed to hold you close again.

"Y/N?" Kun broke the silence and stopped his trek towards home.

"Yeah, Kun?" you faced him and waited expectantly.

"I know it's sudden but...can I kiss you?" He couldn't help himself. And when your breath hitched, the briefest surprise flittered over your expression, Kun wasn't sure whether he should laugh or cry because you might say no.

"Yes," your whisper came a few seconds later. "Yes please."

Your fingers interlaced again and drew him back to the same spot where you stood. The sun had long since vanished over the horizon, the moonlight illuminated the two of you with a beautiful softness, and your bodies fit perfectly into each other. There was something soft and precious that bloomed within you and it seemed that time paused when you cupped his cheek, and reached up to press your lips gently to his. Kun responded after a second, the hand that wasn't joined with yours, reached to the nape of your neck, fingers dancing along the skin. You melted into his touch, eyes fluttering closed at the blissful feeling.

All the sounds and surroundings fell away into the background as the kiss continued, your lips gliding and capturing each other again and again. Each touch, each caress, the soft sighs and little noises that escaped and filled the atmosphere, all of it, was all the confirmation Kun needed. A sweet melody of growing emotions and affections, blossoming and promising so many dreams for the future.

Because after this kiss, and the kisses that followed, there was no way that you two could return to your life as only farm friends and neighbors. And Kun knew his life in the Valley was always destined to become a forever home with you.

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Mystictober Day 12

Mystictober 2024 | Day 12: Best VNM/Saddest Moment

"Hey, how come you get the final word in?"

"Force of habit," Saeyoung beamed ear to ear as Saeran gave him a soft thwack to the harm. "You can't blame me. I want to make sure I never forget this day. We're recording it for future prosperity. I want to make sure I never forget how happy I was today. I don't want you to forget it, either, Saeran."

"Ugh, you're sappier than I remember," Saeran grumbled. The twins laughed at their lame attempts at pulling each other's leg, and there was nothing you could do but laugh along with it. It felt like you were finally at the end of a long journey, but the road wasn't over yet. You were about to start on a new journey, one filled with happiness, and hopefully less strife, because today was the day you would find your new home.

It took a lot of time and effort to figure out where you wanted to live, but after putting your heads together and working out the details, you found the right place to call home! It was a bit of a fixer upper, but the thought of working together to build your home made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It wouldn't be something someone else made, it would be something that you made together, working hard to figure out what suited you the best.

From the floor paneling to the curtains you used in the showers, you were going to make it yours!

"I don't think we'll forget today as long as we live," you said, propping up your head against Saeran's shoulder. "Saeyoung put down a huge bid on that nice little cottage for us, and he'll get to build the cabin of his dreams in the backyard to fish as much as he wants to. This is the start of our happily ever after, you know? It's the moment written on a piece of paper that makes people feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

"I couldn't have said it better myself, my love," he kissed the top of your head. "We'll have a nice home for our family for the rest of our lives."

"I do feel bad we haven't told the others about our plans just yet, they still think I'm on a fishing trip in the country," Saeyoung said.

"As if," you retorted with a huff. "You were the one who said that we should keep them on an information diet for now. They don't know we're back in the country, and they definitely don't know that we've been house shopping for the past month and a half. You thought it would be funny to surprise them with a house warming!"

"I do think the confetti cannons you installed by the front door were a little too much," Saeran added.

"You haven't lived until you've made them jump out of their socks! Yoosung's face is soooo precious when he gets scared, c'mon!"

Playfully, you ignored your future brother-in-law, "Saeran, are you sure we should let him build his cabin in the backyard? What if he adds water blasters to his canoe and tries to go rafting on the newly planted grass?"

"Oh, he knows better than to kill my grass."

"What'll you do if he does?"

He joked, "I'll make sure the grass eats good that night."

Saeyoung groaned. But, it was nice to see the brothers laughing together without any tension between them. Even though it wasn't perfect, it was on track to get better, and that's how you knew that happiness would always return no matter how tough things could become. You made a promise to see a return of happiness, and you found it with Saeran.

[mindyco]

Hello, how are you doing? I was wondering if you could write for the demon brothers with an s/o who's blind in one eye because of a scar they got in a fight back in the human realm?

Would they seek out the other human who caused it or leave it be? Thank you! I hope you have a nice week! ^ ^)/ ☆

Thank you, babe! I hope you have an amazing week as well~ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ̀ˋ I was kinda confused as to whether we already had the scar or if we had just gotten into the fight and came back with the scar- I just chose the latter, but if it's the other one then I could always make a second one! I would like to write another one about how we're blind in the one eye after the fight, but this headcannon only mentions the scar on their face. Sorry it's very long, the idea you gave me was hella good so I couldn't stop! Thank you! Artwork credit: @myt_s3

Warnings: slight gore

Scenario: The brothers' reaction to us getting a scar

Lucifer surveyed the scar on your face with a mixture of concern and anger. He believed in upholding justice, and vengeance was a means to that end.

With a calculated mind, Lucifer orchestrated a plan that would systematically dismantle the human responsible. He used his influence and power to ruin their reputation, turning their once prosperous life into a living nightmare.

He ensured that they faced the consequences of their actions at every turn, their existence reduced to a mere shadow of what it once was.

Lucifer's vengeance was subtle yet devastating, a testament to his strategic brilliance. He reveled in watching their downfall, the flicker of despair in their eyes fueling his satisfaction.

Through his unwavering pursuit of justice, he protected you and ensured that the human responsible would never again harm those under his care.

Mammon seethed with anger upon seeing the scar on your face. His protective instincts flared, and he yearned to confront the human responsible for causing you such pain.

"Nobody messes with my human and gets away with it!" Mammon growled, his voice dripping with venom.

Driven by his impulsive nature, Mammon's first instinct was to seek immediate retribution. He wanted to unleash his fury upon the one who had harmed you, to make them pay for every ounce of suffering they had inflicted. However, you understood the consequences that such actions would bring, and you gently intervened, stopping Mammon in his tracks.

Mammon's anger simmered as he looked into your eyes, his heart torn between his desire for vengeance and his love for you. Eventually, he relented, realizing that your well-being was his top priority.

He enveloped you in his strong arms, offering a comforting embrace. The scent of his familiar cologne filled your senses as he whispered words of reassurance, his voice laced with an underlying determination.

"I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you," Mammon confessed, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "But if it's what you want, I'll put that human scum out of my mind for now. Just promise me you'll always let me protect you."

And even in the moments where you felt self-conscious of the scar, Mammon would love every fiber of your being.

"Mammon, please," you pleaded, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "I don't want you to see it. It's ugly."

His eyes softened as he took in your anxious expression. With a gentle smile, he approached you, his fingers removing your hand that blocked your scarred eye.

"Listen up, human," Mammon said, his voice filled with sincerity. "There ain't nothin' ugly about you. Not a single thing. And that scar on your face? It's a part of you, just like every other piece that makes you so special."

With tenderness in his touch, Mammon leaned in and peppered kisses all over your face, his lips brushing against your skin with each sweet contact. His actions were deliberate, as if he were mapping out a constellation of affection, reminding you that your scars didn't define your worth.

As time passed, Mammon remained steadfast by your side, his devotion unwavering. The memory of the human responsible for your scar lingered in the recesses of his mind, serving as a reminder of the pain you had endured. But he chose to focus on the love he had for you, channeling his energy into supporting and comforting you during your healing process.

Leviathan was initially at a loss for how to confront the scar on your face. His natural inclination towards virtual worlds and gaming made it difficult for him to grasp the severity of the situation, and he struggled to find an appropriate response.

Though he understood that the scar required a real-life resolution. While he wasn't one to engage in physical confrontations, his determination to protect you burned fiercely within him.

Recognizing his strengths in the digital realm, Leviathan harnessed his expertise to unveil the truth about the human who had caused you harm. With his unparalleled skills in online research and information gathering, he delved deep into the vast network of interconnected data.

Hours turned into days as Leviathan meticulously pieced together fragments of information, leaving no digital stone unturned. He uncovered the human's online presence, exploring their social media accounts, forum discussions, and digital footprints. His envy became a driving force, spurring him to expose the truth and bring justice to your doorstep.

Online, Leviathan donned the persona of an anonymous hacker, a figure who weaved through the digital labyrinth undetected. With cunning precision, he orchestrated a series of calculated moves, revealing the human's misdeeds to the public eye.

Through a carefully orchestrated online campaign, Leviathan unearthed every piece of evidence, every unsavory detail about the human's actions. He disseminated the information across various platforms, tarnishing their reputation and reducing their life to shambles.

As the virtual realm buzzed with the damning revelations, the human's world crumbled around them. Their once-innocent façade shattered, exposing the darkness that lay within. Friends turned their backs, opportunities evaporated, and their influence dwindled. It was a revenge orchestrated through the power of information, a fitting retribution for the pain they had caused you.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Leviathan stood by your side, offering unwavering support and care. He knew that revenge alone couldn't heal the wounds you carried, and his focus shifted to ensuring your well-being and providing the love and comfort you needed.

Satan, the embodiment of knowledge and wrath, gazed at the scar on your face with a mix of protectiveness and a seething anger that threatened to consume him. For decades, he had meticulously honed his control over his inner demons, striving to keep his wrath in check. However, in that moment, his restraint teetered on the precipice of collapse.

As the fury welled up inside him, Satan struggled to rein it in, his hands clenched into fists. The sight of the scar served as a catalyst, awakening a primal desire for vengeance. Every fiber of his being yearned to unleash his wrath upon the human responsible, to make them pay for the pain they had caused you.

But then, he looked into your eyes, the warmth and trust that reflected within them momentarily grounding him. He realized that succumbing to his unbridled wrath would only bring further harm, not just to the human but also to you.

With a determined yet controlled expression, Satan vowed to channel his anger into a relentless pursuit of justice. He dedicated himself to uncovering every detail about the human responsible, to ensure that they faced the consequences for their actions within the bounds of the law and without jeopardizing your safety.

Though the struggle to contain his wrath persisted, Satan channeled his energy into meticulously planning their downfall. He used his vast knowledge and cunning to expose the truth, leaving no stone unturned. In doing so, he sought to bring them to justice through legal means, ensuring that their actions were brought to light and that they faced the consequences of their deeds.

As the human's life unraveled, Satan watched with a mix of satisfaction and detached amusement. Their downfall was evidence to his meticulous planning and unwavering dedication to protecting those he cared about. He ensured that they suffered the consequences of their actions, their existence forever tainted by the knowledge that their own choices had led to their demise.

Asmodeus refused to hide the scar with layers of makeup, no matter how much you begged. Instead, he saw it as an opportunity to create something truly unique and mesmerizing.

With his deft hands and artistic eye, Asmodeus used makeup as a form of artistry, accentuating the scar in a way that made it look beautiful on your face. He embraced its presence as part of your individuality, refusing to let society's standards define your worth.

"Darling, every brushstroke on your face is a masterpiece," Asmodeus would whisper, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "The scar shows your strength and resilience. You are more beautiful with it than without."

Despite your occasional doubts and insecurities, Asmodeus showered you with words of affirmation and adoration. He made it his mission to remind you, day after day, just how beautiful you were. His compliments were genuine and heartfelt, spoken with a fervent passion that left no room for doubt.

He reveled in the opportunity to showcase your unique beauty, to celebrate every facet of your existence. With each encounter, Asmodeus made it clear that his love for you transcended physical perfection, embracing your imperfections as part of what made you captivating and alluring.

Beelzebub, his protective instincts raging, felt a burning desire for revenge upon seeing the scar on your face. The image of the human responsible lingered in his mind, tempting him to unleash his formidable strength upon them. However, Beelzebub knew that vengeance was not what you needed in that moment.

Instead, he chose to cherish you, to provide the love and comfort that would help heal your wounds—both physical and emotional. Beelzebub cradled you in his massive arms, his touch gentle yet reassuring. His voice, deep and resonant, filled the air as he whispered words of affection and reassurance.

"You're beautiful, scar and all," Beelzebub murmured, his voice brimming with genuine sincerity. "I love you for who you are, with or without the mark. Please don't forget that."

With each tender caress, Beelzebub conveyed his unwavering devotion, offering solace and support during your time of vulnerability. He understood that revenge wouldn't erase the pain you had endured, and instead chose to channel his strength into protecting and comforting you.

Belphie was initially conflicted upon witnessing the scar on your face. His laid-back nature and tendency to prioritize rest and slumber often shielded him from the harsher realities of the world. However, as he comprehended the pain etched on your features, a surge of protectiveness awakened within him.

Belphie's typically drowsy eyes sharpened with determination as he acknowledged the injustice that had befallen you.

With his wings unfurled, casting a shadow of darkness, Belphie located the human responsible for your scar. His movements were swift and silent, as if he were a phantom navigating the human realm undetected.

Tracking down the individual who had caused you harm, Belphie confronted them with an otherworldly aura. His demon form radiated power and menace as he towered over the trembling human. The air grew heavy with the weight of impending retribution. Without a word, Belphegor lunged at the human, his grip tight around their throat.

A chilling smile curved Belphie's lips as he looked into the human's eyes, mirroring the fear and anguish they had once inflicted upon you. His bored expression remained unchanged as he watched the color drain from their face, his hold unyielding until their lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

The scene transformed into a tableau of darkness and blood, as Belphie's wrath found its release. The human's life force drained away, their body collapsing to the ground, lifeless and void of the malice they had once possessed.

With the deed done, Belphie returned to HOL, pulling you into his arms, he cradled you gently, offering solace and reassurance in the aftermath of the storm. He made sure his revenge went unnoticed by you.

As the minutes turned to hours, Belphie remained steadfast by your side, his touch bringing comfort and a sense of security. The scar on your face became a symbol not of weakness, but of resilience and survival.

In the days that followed, Belphie took on the role of your guardian, ensuring your well-being and protecting you from any lingering threats. His lethargy seemed to dissipate as he became a constant presence, offering a sense of peace and tranquility in the wake of the storm.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

[cloud-makers-make-pollution]

we're moots lol

okay this is gonna be a lot cuz he's like the main character or whatever

he was born uhh somewhere and he had a sister with a kid but their parents died so he and his sister had to take care of the kid. jean was a tree pruner but it wasn't enough so blud was like "screw it" and tried to steal some bread but was (of course caught and sentenced to 5 years for violent robbery but he was like "hell nah" and tried to escape like three times so he ended up with 19 years total and now the police (cough cough javert) hate him

so anywhizzle he does his 19 years and javerts like "ugh ig we have to let you go on parole or whatever" so jean valjean is like "yippee" and he's like wandering around tryna find a place to stay but ppl are like "nah ur a convict im not fuckin w dat" so now he doesn't have a place to stay but some dudes like "go ask the bishop he's really kind (WHICH THERE IS AN ENTIRE FUCKING SECTION ABOUT IN THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK)" so jean 👖 goes to talk to the bishop and the bishops like "yeah come stay with us" but the two nuns in there are like "ew he's a convict he's gonna rob us" but the bishop dgaf so 👖 stays the night but he wakes up at midnight-ish and is like paralyzed with the decision of whether or not to rob the bishop cuz bro's got a lotta silver so...

spoiler alert

he robs him

so 👖 is like running around at 3 in the frickin morning and the police catch him and take him to the bishop like "sir this dude just robbed u" and the bishops like "yeah ik also here take the candlesticks and become a better person" so the police let him go and 👖 is like "omg he just like gave me all this free silver and he also said that i need to become a good guy" so 👖 breaks parole (omg lawbreaker 😨) and goes back to his hometown (which is also where fantine lives lol haha coinkydink hahaha) and he sells all the silver (except the candlesticks those are like a reminder of the scene with the bishop) and gets an alias which was like "pere madeleine" or smth idk and we don't see much of him cuz victor chooses to tell us about fantine

when we come back tho, "pere madeleine" has become "monsieur le maire" and he's the mayor of the town and owner of the factory where fantine works. as the mayor he's like a really good guy and he brings the town prosperity!! yippee!! and all the ppl love him but they're kinda sus of him like "who's this dude and why's he so nice" cuz they're a little paranoid ig but anywhizzle he's walking around or smth and he sees fantine being assaulted and stuff and javert taking her in and he's like "hell nah not on my watch" so he heroically bursts in and is like "she did nothing wrong let her go" and he and javert go thru their old man yaoi but fantine is eventually released. javert is NOT happy bout it tho

one day, javert comes into the mayor's office and he's like "bro i messed up i thought u were a former prisoner who broke parole lmaooo anyways we caught the guy and his name is jean valjean (DRAMATIC GASP) and we're holding his court soon anyways have a nice day lolol" but the mayor (COUGH COUGH JEAN VALJEAN) is having this identity crisis about whether or not to go fess up and free the guy but he ends up doing it and there's a buncha detailed chapters about his trek to the town where the court is being held but we don't care abt that

so he shows up and everyone's like "oh that's the mayor or smth ig" they drc and he sits in on this random guy's court session and there's a buncha evidence about how this guys is actually jean valjean but the ACTUAL jean valjean is like "NUH UH BITCH ITS ME" and everyone's like "GASP!??!!??!" and so javert is pissed and tries to get him arrested but 👖 escapes cuz he's gotta get fantines child to her and that's about where i am in the book lol

i hope you enjoyed my rambling about jean valjean and sorry for the long read lol

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this may be even more beautiful that the fantine one

“anywhizzle”

new word alert motherfuckers this is awesome

I feel like maybe you should rewrite the brick once you’ve finished it just your version and see how well it does because damn this shit it great

also

… @k-is-for-potassium ?

is this you??

[snarksearching]

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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧..

Once upon a time, there lived four kingdoms- the North, the South, the East and the West. Ages ago, there was a brutal war- the kingdoms once stood in harmony, but could no longer see eye to eye, and so they fought; the war was long and brutal- until one day, it was suddenly over. One day there was bloodshed, and the next a peace treaty had been signed, seemingly out of nowhere. Some said it was suspicious, although most settled with the newfound peace, just glad for the war to be over- they hoped that it would signal a new age of peace and prosperity between the kingdoms.

Over time, as the kingdoms healed, a new invention was created- a device meant to further the bonds between the four kingdoms. They were called communication crystals, objects that could be spoken into and were able to reach lengths far and wide, their distribution completely random between nobility and commoners alike. Their creation was made with the intent to create friendships and easier communications between the people of the kingdoms, a way for future peace to grow more smoothly as bonds were (hopefully) formed.

For a while things went well, smoothly even- no one stopped to consider the possibility of darker intentions; that is until one day, it was discovered that within these crystals, if the correct words or phrases were said, it connected you to a much more sinister chatline. Nicknamed the dark crystals, through this line one could only reach the darkest and most off the map people. Their words were thick with riddles and consequences, tangling up a person in confusion and lies should they misstep even the slightest. These people were not to be trusted, and yet people were drawn to them nonetheless, the seemingly forbidden fruit of knowledge luring people in.

Questions started to swarm people, wondering if what these dark individuals were saying was really true. A tense air began to surround people, amidst which ideas of cults and to “bring back what once was” had also surfaced. And yet during this time of slight panic, the rulers never addressed it; turned a blind eye to its entirety, like the dark crystals or the small number of people who knew about them didn't even exist. After their pleas fell on deaf ears, the talk soon faded into the shadows where it belonged.

As for now, it's been years since the war. Things are looking up for the people of the four kingdoms, with true peace on the horizon- or so they think. After all, only time will tell..

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[chaotic-tired-bastard]

Hello beloved mutual @nunaco!!! You keep on talking abt the colours of the dragons and the connection to their riders through that and it is just. so fascinating. So I've decided I'm going to dissect that!! The Fire Nation draws many elements from Eastern culture, largely Chinese and Japanese culture, so I'm going to talk abt Western (for a base to work off of, as I am American and would like to see if Western culture had any influence), Chinese, and Japanese colour meanings!! In this context, Western means American interpretations & culture. Also, fair warning, Sozin's parts are longer than Roku's because Sozin is a very convoluted character and he's my Special Little Boy™. Everything is beneath the cut!

This is going to be done alphabetically, so we're going to start with China- Roku first and then Sozin. In Chinese culture, red means/represents yang energy ("active" energy), fire, good fortune, vitality, long life, happiness, success, and is also closely associated with marriage! We can see an obvious thing that is applicable to Roku right off the bat: fire, as he was born and raised in the Fire Nation. The only other thing that would be obvious would be long life, as Roku lived to be 70. Hilariously enough, there are quite a few things that aren't as applicable to Roku, such as success and good fortune, for reasons of the Eruption scene and what happened with Sozin after his death. The marriage part is somewhat applicable, since he did get married to Ta Min (our queen❤). We're going to... ignore... the secondary meaning of vitality and focus on its primary meaning—that being "the state of being strong and active"—and its connection with yang energy. Yang energy is the "active" principle, and is represented by the white colour in the Yinyang symbol, which also symbolises the moon (Tui) in Episodes 19-20 "The Siege of the North 1/2". Roku's thing was that he was active, but not where it was desperately needed. He tried to maintain his neutrality, but in doing that he ignored the warning signs in the Fire Nation, from Sozin, until the warning signs were warning sirens and blaring right in his face. He acted far too late in every circumstance with the Fire Nation. He was too late to prevent the colonies in the Earth Kingdom from being established, and he was far too late to stop Fire Lord Sozin from starting the 100 Year War and slaughtering the Air Nomads.

Now, onto Sozin!! In Chinese culture, blue is interchangeable with green, as they shared a single character (青, qīng). Blue means/represents health, prosperity, harmony, spring, immortality, and advancement. There is one thing that doesn't fit with Sozin's character, and that would be spring, but the rest can be applied in multiple ways. Health can be applied to Sozin's character, as he lived to be 102 years old and had Azulon when he was 82, which would be very... unlikely for anyone to be able to do, to say the least. Prosperity and advancement can both be applied, as Sozin said in his proposal to Roku that the Fire Nation was experiencing a time of astounding good fortune and wealth, presumably because of his management or just good fortune. Advancement can also be attributed to him because of the industrial boom that the Fire Nation experienced with the beginning of the war and during it—we can see the Fire Nation with coal-based technology several times throughout the series, something that seemingly none of the rest of the nations have, including: Azula's train-car-thing in Book 2, Episode 8 "The Chase"; the drill used by the Fire Nation to break through Ba Sing Se's outer walls in Book 2, Episode 13 "The Drill"; and the tanks seen throughout the seasons, notably in Book 1, Episode 17 "The Northern Air Temple", Episodes 19-20 "The Siege of the North 1/2", and in Book 3, Episodes 10-11 "The Day of Black Sun Pt. 1 & 2". Immortality can also be applied to him in a way, as his legacy lived on through the 100 Year War,  since he started the war and committed so many atrocities (namely the Air Nomad Genocide), and the naming of Sozin's Comet. Harmony is probably the most accurate trait to associate with Sozin- harmony plays an important part in his actions and character, tipping the balance unevenly both in the world and the Avatar. Sozin's actions against the Air Nomads tipped the world out of balance, as well as him starting the 100 Year War, but also because of his personal relationship with Avatar Roku, he tipped the balance of the world in his favour ever so slightly, as Roku would be less harsh with him than others due to their shared history. This could be turned into a paper in of itself, but this is supposed to be about the colour symbolism, so that will have to wait.

In Japanese culture, Red means/represents strength, passion, self-sacrifice, and blood. For Roku, many of these meanings can be applied. Strength and self-sacrifice are both applicable hand-in-hand, as being the Avatar grants one insurmountable and unbelievable power, but you would also sacrifice your own life for the world and protecting those within it regardless of any feelings you may have. This is also interesting because Roku couldn't bring himself to fully sacrifice all of himself and his personal life; he had the clear opening to kill Sozin, who he had been friends with for years, and prevent the 100 Year War from starting and the Genocide of the Air Nomads, but he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to sacrifice Sozin's life for the good of the world, even when he explicitly went against Roku's warnings, and because of this the world suffered. Blood could be applicable in Roku's case as both the blood he could have prevented from being spilled if he had acted sooner, and the blood-brother-like bond that he is shown having with Sozin, though the depth of their relationship is often speculated to have run deeper than just brotherly love by many. Passion is the only thing that can only loosely fit with Roku's character. We do not see him acting very strongly in any emotion throughout the show except for the one scene in Book 3, Episode 6 "The Avatar and the Fire Lord",  when he attacks Sozin after confronting him about the Fire Nation colony that had been established in the Earth Kingdom against his direct warnings, and the scene at the end when Sozin leaves Roku to die at the hands of the volcano. Aside from those scenes, there are not many with Roku acting on or showing any explicit passionate emotion, like extreme love or anger.

In Japanese culture, the character for Blue also used to mean both green and blue, though nowadays blue stayed ao (青), the original character for both green and blue, and green is now referred to with the character midori (緑). Blue means/represents coolness, passivity, and fidelity. At first glance, passivity and coolness do not apply to Sozin's character at all, considering his confident, straightforward behaviour in his youth that we see in Book 3, Episode 6 "The Avatar and the Fire Lord", alongside his extreme rage when Roku ends their relationship to the point where he actually attempts to kill him in an inferno-type fire-blast. However, it is applicable when it is taken into account Sozin's plan of action for the war. He waits patiently and accepts it when Roku threatens his life- he redraws his forces from the Earth Kingdom and gives up the colonies that he had put there. He waits for Roku to die one way or another, as Sozin does not have the power to face up against Roku's Avatar Powers, and the Volcano erupting on his island was the perfect way to get rid of him without having to directly confront him, even if he didn't initially know it. After Roku's death, he waits for the comet, renamed "Sozin's Comet" later, and uses its power to kick off the war by genociding the Air Nomads in an attempt to kill the Avatar and prevent him from stopping the Fire Nation's assault against the other nations. Now, fidelity with Sozin's character was what was going to be saved for last because it's so fascinating and interesting as to how that fits in with Sozin's character. According to Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, fidelity means "strict and continuing faithfulness to an obligation, trust, or duty." Despite Sozin having a deep connection with Roku, being friends from when they were young, he demonstrates almost no faithfulness to him outside of when they were young. When Roku gives Sozin a somewhat warning on his wedding about his ideas to expand the Fire Nation, it's not an explicit order so Sozin goes ahead. However, when Roku flat-out tells him to not continue expanding and establishing colonies, he doesn't. This is most likely because of the death threat that went with this order, not because of their connection from when they were young, but either way could be argued so I'm including it (I personally believe that it was a mixture of both reasons). However, after all their time apart, when Roku's island starts suffering from volcanic eruptions, Sozin is there and ready to help. Because of Sozin's assistance, they manage the second eruption and prevent deadly repercussions from hitting the rest of the world. It takes Roku on his knees, begging for help, for him to realise that with Roku dead, his plans for expanding the Fire Nation would be free to proceed. Thus, fidelity fits with Sozin's character as both something that he has and also lacks, something that comes instinctually to him but also something that he will ignore and refuse when it benefits him and his plans.

Wahoo, now finally onto the Western colour meanings with Roku!!! Red in Western culture largely means/represents love, passion, excitement, desire, heat, aggression, danger, fire, blood, violence, and urgency. The things that go along with Roku’s character would be love (his love for his wife uwu (and maybe Sozin??)), heat bcs he’s from the Fire Nation and the first thing that he bent (that we know of) was fire, desire because his desire to both be a good Avatar and friend to Sozin conflicted to the point where Roku basically doomed the world because he still wanted to show Sozin mercy due to their past connection. Finally, danger because he is literally the Avatar, one of the most dangerous things in their entire world—the Avatar has god-like power and abilities, you'd be crazy to not think the Avatar to be dangerous. The things that would be strange and/or unlableable would be excitement, as excitement is an emotion and could be used sometimes, while at other times it is unusable. It's like soggy or wet—it could be used sometimes, but not all the time. The things that I would say don’t fit with his character would be aggression, urgency, and violence, as Roku was known to be a very unaggressive/nonviolent Avatar and did not handle the Sozin Situation™ urgently enough to stop his imperialist expansionist ideas from running rampant and being inflicted upon the world.

And finally, at the end of this long analysis, we get to Sozin and how blue is interpreted in Western culture. Blue in Western culture usually means/represents authority, calmness/tranquillity, loyalty, masculinity, sadness, safety/security, and trust. The traits that go along with Sozin the best would be authority and calmness/tranquillity. He's the Fire Lord, since birth he had been trained to exude authority and regalness—it is literally his job to be authoritative. Calmness/tranquillity also is a big part of his character, as even though he is upset with Roku over the rejection of his plan to expand the Fire Nation, he doesn't confront him further about it, choosing to spend his time preparing to invade anyway. Roku and Sozin were still close friends at that point—at no point does it say that their friendship changed, faltered, or drifted after Sozin's proposal—so they must have been communicating frequently enough for them to still be good friends up to that moment. My point is, Sozin must have been able to keep his cool about the whole invasion thing well enough to hide it from Roku as long as he did. The only traits that I can't really pin down as a yae or nae for his character would be safety/security and masculinity. Now, to the ~juicy~ stuff! The traits that interact in interesting ways with Sozin's character would be loyalty, sadness, and trust. The loyalty and trust traits interact with him interestingly for the same reason—they used to be there, but faded away. Sozin used to be someone that Roku could trust, someone who was as loyal to him as he was to Sozin, but due to their positions and ideals they couldn't count on each other anymore. Sadness as a trait regarding Sozin, as I see it, is purely symbolic. It's about the sadness of his relationship with Roku deteriorating, the sadness of two close friends drifting apart/being torn apart by their choices and actions and mindsets. It's about the sadness that comes with seeing them betray each other, Roku "betraying" Sozin in a way in Book 3, Episode 6 "The Avatar and the Fire Lord" by rejecting his proposal, and Sozin betraying Roku by not only ignoring his orders on the expansion of the Fire Nation into the Earth Kingdom, but also leaving him on his island alone, choking on poisonous gas as his home comes down around him.

In conclusion, I believe that the meanings behind Roku and Sozin's dragons seem to be evenly influenced by both Eastern and Western cultural meanings. If I had to pick, though, I'd say the Japanese cultural interpretation of the colour red fits best with Roku's character, and the Western cultural interpretation of the colour Blue fits best with Sozin's character. There are so many other cultures that influenced the Fire Nation's design, but I wanted to keep this short-ish and within my ability, so I went with the two most prevalent influences that I could see, as well as including a Western viewpoint. I did my best to provide an unbiased opinion, which is kind of necessary when dealing with Sozin's character, and I apologise if I did not do so.

Could this also be the animators/designers wanting contrasting colours, blue vs red? Yeah, but ~colour analysis~

I hope you enjoyed reading this, and if you have any arguing/conflicting points I'd be happy to hear them! Just please don't call me a dumbass or be mean, because I am a sensitive sensitive little guy who WILL cry 🥺😞

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[albertfinch]

WHERE IS THE LIMIT TO YOUR FAITH?

In Ezekiel 37, the Prophet Ezekiel was carried in the Spirit to a valley of dry bones. These bones represented the house of Israel, but also speak of structures, as well as anything that has been dead for so long it no longer even resembles its former appearance. God led Ezekiel to walk around the dry bones, and in verse 2, the Bible makes three things very clear:

Ezekiel had to walk around the bones very many times.

The amount of bones was enormous, so much so that they couldn't be counted.

The bones were very dry.

The amount of detail that the Prophet goes into about the bones speaks to the fact that he was in the midst of a situation that he could not easily escape, walk through, or just gloss over. God specifically had him going around in circles so that he could get a detailed look at the condition of the bones he was in the midst of.

CONFRONTING OUR IMPOSSIBLE SITUATIONS

 In the same way, many of us have been in the midst of situations we could not escape.

 Every time it seems like we get free, it seems like we're right back in the same place we started out! Season after season, over and over again, we're made to go around the same problems and issues!

Walking around a dead situation long enough can sometimes dampen even the most brilliant and powerful faith! However, it's just these times where God comes to us and asks us like He asked Ezekiel, "Can these dry bones live?"

After you have heard the darkest and most depressing news, do you still believe that God is able?

God's question to Ezekiel was never about the bones. What God was really asking Ezekiel was, "Where is the limit to your faith?" After seeing all the death and devastation, God needs someone who will rise up and declare, "MY GOD IS STILL ABLE!" That is what God is looking for TODAY! God needs your voice to declare His power! Someone around you needs to hear that God is still able to save, heal, deliver, defend, provide, and bring victory!

The answer the “end times” generation gives to the question of "Can these bones live?" is going to determine the level of breakthrough that we experience.

START PROPHESYING!

When God saw Ezekiel's faith arise to the challenge, the answer was simple -- START PROPHESYING!

He told Ezekiel to prophesy to the dry bones and command them to listen to the Word of the Lord!  Right now creation is moaning and groaning, waiting for the Word of the Lord to bring forth God's manifestation, but it can't because the sons have not arisen to declare the Word of the Lord!

As Ezekiel began to prophesy and declare God's will, the release of faith and authority began to cause a shaking!  Right now God is shaking things loose in the heavenlies and in the earth! As the Bible says in Haggai 2:6, "For thus saith the LORD of hosts; 'Yet once, it is a little while, and I will shake the heavens, and the earth, and the sea, and the dry land...'"

THE WIND OF DESTINY

Right now, God is releasing a fresh wind upon us, the wind of destiny, to blow us into a desire to understanding of our Christ identity and into our Christ calling!  Winds are the vehicle of the spirit realm. From Moses to Elijah, even to the Day of Pentecost, the winds of God have played a part in bringing us to understand our part in bringing God's will into the earth!

Ezekiel 37:9  -  "Then said he unto me, Prophesy unto the wind, prophesy, son of man.."

Declare today that the four winds are about to bring you into your place of purpose, power, prosperity, and passion as you are delivered into your DESTINY!

Declare that the winds of destiny are being released over you right now!

Declare that the north wind is bringing forth God's presence and rain!

Declare that the east wind is blowing to bring judgment to the forces of darkness in your life and release you into fruit bearing that remains for God’s Kingdom!

Declare that the west wind of God is bringing forth God's mercy and God's miracles in your life!

Declare that the south wind is releasing God's blessing and provision as you walk according to His purpose for your life (your Christ calling)!

This is your finest hour! Receive the winds of  your God-given DESTINY  and rejoice!

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[foggybear42]

the songs i have on my elody playlist and the lyrics in said songs that remind me of her

this ended up being a very long post so press read more to see the full thing

Alone And Sublime - Mother Mother

Aren't I supposed to wanna fight for love? / And life? / Everything that people say is right? / Am I so wrong to cry only when there's something in my eye? / Am I to die alone and sublime?

I threw a pebble in a stream / And let it go about as easily as love that might prosper / All the things they sing about in gospels. / Am I so awful, to stumble only when I'm walking with another? / Is it a blunder to die alone and sublime?

[aroace elody for the win]

Coming Back to Me - Leith Ross

Last week, I wondered if dying would feel like the stories the Catholic Church told / But I used to talk to my mother about how I just couldn't wait to get old

[also just the general feeling of realising that instead of viewing the world with the child-like wonder that you had as a kid, you now view the world with a sour cynicism]

doomsday - Lizzy Mcalpine

Pull the plug, make it painless / I don't want a violent end / Don't say that you'll always love me / 'Cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you over and over again

I don't get a choice in the matter / Why would I? It's only the death of me

Eight - Sleeping at Last

I was just a kid who grew up strong enough / To pick this armor up / And suddenly it fit

I was little, I was weak and perfectly naive / And I grew up too quick

When I see fragile things, helpless things, broken things / I see the familiar / I was little, I was weak, I was perfect, too / Now I'm a broken mirror

I'm standing guard, I'm falling apart / And all I want is to trust you / Show me how to lay my sword down / For long enough to let you through

I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough / To hold the door shut / And bury my innocence

I'ma shake the ground with all my might / And I will pull my whole heart up to the surface / For the innocent, for the vulnerable / And I'll show up on the front lines with a purpose / And I'll give all I have, I'll give my blood, give my sweat / An ocean of tears will spill for what is broken / I'm shattered porcelain, glued back together again / Invincible like I've never been

Hate Yourself - TV Girl

I'd think you'd fall in love with anyone / Who fell in love with you

So take comfort / Cruel comfort / Before you start to wonder / How you got locked inside your room

Do you let them down, gently? / Does it only make it harder? / To let the feeling linger / To drag it out a little longer / Does it put your mind at ease? / But you're the one who brought 'em here / You're the one who has to take them when you leave / And how long will it… / Take? / Before you start to hate yourself

I Guess - Mitski

It's been you and me / Since before I was me / Without you, I don't yet know / Quite how to live

It's still as a pond / I am staring into / From here, I can say / Thank you / From here, I can tell you / Thank you

Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil

And what you see is not the dark / It's just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you'll become

And to those gods, I will speak bluntly / "We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him / Please, rest assured that you might not fear a man / But to a woman, by the end, you'll kneel and plea / 'Cause I'm more than what my mum told me to be"

And I can hear him break / And he doesn't understand / And I wish that I could take his hand / But where I'm going is for me and me alone

If I don't make it back from where I've gone / Just know I loved you all along

Me and My Husband - Mitski

But me and my husband / We're doing better / It's always been just him and me / Together / So I bet all I have on that / Furrowed brow / And at least in this lifetime / We're sticking together / Me and my husband / We're sticking together

Savior Complex - Phoebe Bridgers

I drag you to the shore / Sweating through the heat / You're gonna drown in your sleep / For sure / Wake up and start a big fire / In our one room apartment / But I'm too tired / To have a pissing contest

I'm a bad liar / With a savior complex

[i really just hc that elody has a big saviour complex]

Screams and Dreams - Faye

And I guess this is the way it ends / And there's no point in staying friends / And I remember when you told me that you loved me / Little did I know and little did I say / You were over your head and I hadn't yet said / What's true in our heart

So I wish upon a star / And I promise I'll go far / And I close my eyes at once / And I hear a thousand songs

[mostly just added the "wish upon a star" part because it makes me think of fairy tales, and elody is, in fact, a fairy tale herself]

Show You a Body - Haley Heynderickx

I am letting you go / I am letting you go / I am letting you go awry

It was more a mirage / In sickness and health

[all the other lyrics fit elody in a more vibe-y way than a literal way]

Slow Down - Laufey

I wish it would slow down / Even for a second / I'm so old now / Left my adolescence

Think I found somebody / But don't think that it's love

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

I had all and then most of you / Some and now none of you / Take me back to the night we met / I don't know what I'm supposed to do / Haunted by the ghost of you / Oh, take me back to the night we met

Two Slow Dancers - Mitski

It's funny how they're all the same / It's funny how you always remember / And we've both done it all a hundred times before / It's funny how I still forgot / It would be a hundred times easier / If we were young again

When - Dodie

I think I've been telling lies / 'Cause I've never been in love

Sure, I'll live in the moment / But I'm never happy here

Memories painted with much brighter ink / They tell me I loved, teach me how to think

I'm waiting to live, and waiting to love / Oh, it'll be over, and I'll still be asking when

[aroace elody for the win pt2]

and here's the playlist itself!! (art by polarsirens)

[saiacross]

Bonds Unveiled

Supernatural FanFic : 8522 Words : First Work : OC

Chapter 3:

A Painful Reminder

Back at the Bunker, Sam sits at one end of one of the long tables often used for research, pen in hand; while Saia sits across from him, her natural ears and tails fully visible. Dean watches them intently, his gaze alternating between Saia's animated gestures and Sam's note-taking.

"So, in Japanese lore, Kitsunes are known as mischievous fox spirits. They possess incredible intelligence, shape-shifting abilities, possible elemental control, the ability to create illusions, and can live for hundreds of years.” Sam exhaled heftily as he finished speaking; the list of abilities all being read in one breath.  

“AND they're often associated with good fortune and prosperity." Sam looks up from his notepad after he finishes reading back the information Saia had just told him.

Saia nods her head before continuing “Kitsunes have a rich history in Japanese culture, where they are associated with wisdom, transformation, and even the protection of Inari, the Shinto deity.”

"But we've seen Kitsunes wreak havoc and take innocent lives." Dean’s words were harsh as he recalled the young girl and her mother.

“Actually what you encountered was a Gumiho, not a Kitsune. Kitsune do not feed on humans like our Korean cousins.” Saia would explain, hoping to ease Dean’s distaste for her kind.

"And what about Gumiho? How do they differ?" Sam asked as he sat back in his chair, tapping his pens tip against the notepad.

Saia’s expression shifts, her tone becoming more serious. “Gumiho are similar to Kitsunes in some ways, but they have a darker reputation. Gumiho are often described as malevolent beings who consume human brains to maintain their powers."

Dean raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "So, Kitsunes are mischievous tricksters, while Gumiho are more like... brain-eating monsters?" He questions, his face scrunched at the nose and his voice filled with disgust when speaking of the horrible act.

Saia nods, a hint of caution in her eyes.

"But what about their abilities? Are there any significant differences there? How do we know which one we're dealing with? And how do we protect ourselves?" Dean would ask frustrated, almost yelling at this point. He sat forward in his chair that was turned outward from the table and facing Saia. His elbows resting on his knees now, waiting for an answer. This caused Sam to give him a side glance glare for being rude.

Saia sighs crossing her arms over her chest and leaning fully back in her seat now. "Identifying the true nature of a Kitsune or Gumiho can be challenging, as they can be masters of deception. Researching local legends and observing their behavior are good starting points. As for protection, there are some common defenses, but it's important to note that each encounter may require specific strategies depending on the situation." She shrugs as she finsihed; knowing that this information didn’t really add anything that they didn’t already know.

Sam takes a moment to process the information, then looks at Saia with a determined expression. "Saia, thank you for sharing your knowledge with us. It's vital that we understand the cultural and historical contexts surrounding these creatures. It will help us approach each case with more carefully.”

Dean sighs, his skepticism softening a bit as his body seemingly relaxed and he sat back in his chair again, taking a hold of his near by beer bottle for a swig. “Alright well we'll take what you've said into consideration. But remember, we've seen our fair share of evil creatures, so we'll stay cautious."

Dean's phone vibrates on the table, interrupting the conversation. He glances at the screen to see Castiel's name flashing, indicating an incoming call. With a raised eyebrow, he answers the call and puts it on speakerphone so Sam and Saia can hear as well.

"Hey, Cas. What's up?" Dean calls out. “Sam and Saia are here too.”

"Dean, I need your help. There's something happening here; something unnatural." Castiel's voice carries a sense of urgency over the line.

"Unnatural how?" Sam's eyes narrowed, his voice filled with curiosity.

"It would easier for you to see for yourselves." Castiel explained further, his voice rushed as though he were on the move at this very moment.

"Alright, Cas. Where are you? We're on our way." His face reflecting concern.

Castiel provides the location, a small town in Colorado.

“Noted.” Dean ends the call, finishes off his beer. "Alright, guys, looks like we've got ourselves a case. Let’s hop to it." Dean stood, pulling his jacket from the back of his chair and swinging it on.

Saia's eyes narrowed with concern, but was ready to face the challenge alongside the Winchesters.

With a collective sense of purpose, the trio swiftly gathers their weapons, packs the essentials, and heads towards the Impala, ready to hit the road once again. Their mission is clear as they drive towards Colorado.

The Impala screeches to a halt in the quiet street of the Colorado town. Sam, Dean, and Saia step out of the car, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble. The atmosphere is tense, and an air of mystery hangs in the chilly night air.

Moments later, Castiel emerges from the shadows, his trench coat billowing slightly as he approaches the group. His piercing blue eyes hold a mix of relief and concern as he looks at Sam, Dean, and Saia.

 "Sam, Dean, it's good to see you both. And Saia, it's been a while." Castiel nods to them, his voice monotone as he speaks.

“Likewise, Castiel. It's been eventful, to say the least." Saia smiled with a nod back.

“Cas, where the hell have you been? We haven't seen you in weeks." Dean asked getting straight to the point.

Castiel's expression softens, understanding the concern in Dean's voice. "I've been….. busy.” was the only explanation Castiel would offer at this time.

Sam steps forward between Castiel and Dean, looking from one to the other. “Alight now. Look we're here now, and we're ready to help. Cas, what’s going on?" Sam would defuse Dean’s frustration.

Castiel leads Saia, Sam, and Dean through the bustling corridors of the local hospital. The four of them are dressed as FBI agents, their attire and badges granting them the authority and access they need to investigate the mysterious cases plaguing the town. The hospital staff casts curious glances at the group, some assuming they are here for another case or investigation. Castiel walks with purpose as he guides the others towards a secluded area.

They reach a room shared by four patients, all lying motionless in their beds. The air in the room feels heavy, charged with an eerie energy. Each patient appears pale and lifeless though their chests still rising and falling rhythmically.

Castiel's expression turns grave as he gestures towards the patients. "These individuals have all had their souls taken from them. It's an insidious act, one that leaves them empty, devoid of their essence."

Dean's eyes widen in disbelief as he takes in the sight before him. "Taken? How?"

Castiel's gaze drifts from one unconscious patient to another, his voice carrying a weight of sorrow. "There are forces in this world that feed on souls, preying upon the vulnerable and the unsuspecting. They leave behind empty husks, mere shells of their former selves."

Sam's voice is laced with concern as he studies the patients intently. "Can their souls be recovered? Is there any way to reverse this?"

Castiel's eyes meet Sam's, a glimmer of hope flickering within his solemn expression. "It is possible to restore their souls, but it won't be easy. We need to locate the entity responsible and retrieve the stolen essences."

Saia, her emphatic nature resonating with the suffering in the room, steps closer to one of the patients. She gently places her hand on the unconscious woman's forehead, her brows furrowing in concentration. "I can sense…. great sorrow and pain. Something tragic must have accoutered before her soul was taken.”

Dean clenches his fists, his determination fueling his resolve. "Alright, let's find this soul-sucking bastard and make them regret what they've done."

The group exchanges determined glances, their shared mission clear. They will stop at nothing to bring back the stolen souls and restore the lives of the victims.

Castiel leads the way out of the room, the weight of their task heavy on their shoulders. As they navigate the hospital's corridors once again, the urgency in their steps grows, their determination unwavering. They are ready to face whatever dark entity awaits them, and with their combined strength, they will bring light back to the souls that have been lost.

The cramped motel room is filled with the hum of laptops and the scent of coffee, indicating the group's long hours of research. Sam sits at the desk, meticulously combing through books and online databases. Dean sprawls on one of the beds, his laptop resting on his chest, while Saia occupies the other bed, her Kitsune ears and tails peeking out from behind her.

Sam lets out an exasperated sigh, frustration evident in his voice. "I've found multiple supernatural beings capable of soul removal, but none of them fit the exact pattern we're seeing. It's like we're looking for a needle in a haystack."

Dean looks up from his laptop, his eyes catching a glimpse of Saia's swaying tails. He smirks. Saia playfully rolls her eyes, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. "See something you like?” Saia glances over to Dean, purposely flicking her tails. “Can't resist the allure of a Kitsune’s tails, huh?"

Dean chuckles and shrugs. "What can I say? They're hard to ignore.”

Sam looks up from his books, a hint of amusement on his face. "Alright, you two. Focus. We need to find the creature responsible for the soul removals. Saia, any luck with your research?"

Saia straightens up, her tails swishing behind her. "I've found a few possibilities, but it's challenging to narrow it down. It seems like we're dealing with a rare or lesser-known entity. We'll need to dig deeper."

Dean leans back, crossing his arms behind his head. "Great. More research. Just what I needed."

Sam gives Dean a pointed look. "Dean, we need to be thorough. We can't afford to miss any crucial details. Lives are at stake."

Dean rubs his temples, contemplating Sam's words. After a moment, he makes a decision. "You're right, Sammy. We need to cover all angles. Saia, you and Sam keep digging into the supernatural possibilities. Castiel and I will head out and talk to the victims' families. Maybe there's something they can tell us that we haven't uncovered yet."

With their roles defined, Dean and Castiel head out to visit the families of the victims. They arrive at the first house, where they are greeted by a grieving mother, Mrs. Johnson.

Dean offers his condolences, his voice gentle yet filled with determination. "Mrs. Johnson, I'm Agent Smith, and this is Agent Novak. We're here to investigate the recent incident involving your daughter. We understand this is a difficult time for you, but any information you can provide may help us in our investigation."

Mrs. Johnson sniffles, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you for looking into this. It's just... my daughter, she had been devastated after her dog passed away a few weeks ago. She couldn't stop crying, couldn't sleep properly. And now... this happened."

Dean and Castiel exchange a meaningful glance, recognizing the pattern. They reassure Mrs. Johnson that they will do everything in their power to find answers and bring justice.

As they continue their visits, Dean and Castiel encounter similar stories, each one echoing the themes of recent loss and overwhelming sorrow. The pieces of the puzzle start coming together, forming a chilling picture of the entity they are facing.

After several hours, Dean and Castiel regroup with Sam and Saia at the motel room. Their faces are marked with weariness, but their determination remains unwavering.

Dean takes a deep breath and begins, "Each victim experienced a significant loss before falling into a state of unconsciousness. It seems like our entity preys on those consumed by grief."

Sam furrows his brow, connecting the dots. "So, it's not just about the souls; it's about the emotional vulnerability, the shattered spirits. That's how it gains control."

Dean nods, a mix of frustration and determination in his eyes. "Exactly. Now we need to find out who or what is behind this and put an end to it. Saia, any leads from the research?"

Saia shakes her head. "I'm afraid I haven't found anything concrete yet, but I'm narrowing down the possibilities. It seems we're dealing with a supernatural entity that feeds on grief and steals souls. We just need to find its name and weakness."

As the group works tirelessly into the night, poring over books and documents, Sam's voice breaks the silence with a suggestion. "Guys, what if we search the local obituaries, make a list of the families who have recently lost someone, and track them? If this creature is targeting people in grief, maybe we can catch a glimpse of it?"

Dean's eyebrows knit together in frustration, his voice laced with anger. "Are you serious, Sam? You want us to use innocent people as bait? We don't even know how to stop this thing, and you're suggesting we put others at risk?"

Sam raises his hands in a calming gesture, his voice calm yet resolute. "Dean, I understand your concerns, and I don't take this suggestion lightly. But we're running out of time, and we don't have much to go on. At least this way, we might get some sort of clue, some insight into its behavior or patterns."

Castiel, ever observant, interjects with his monotone voice. "Sam has a point, Dean. We must consider all possible avenues; plus the creature is likely to go after one of them next, regardless is we are watching or not. Our priority is to stop this creature and prevent further harm."

Dean clenches his jaw, his frustration evident on his face. "I get it, okay? I just don't like the idea of using innocent people as bait without knowing the full extent of the danger."

Saia was silently observing the brothers' argument her Kitsune ears twitch slightly as each one took their turn to speak.

Dean sighs heavily, his anger subsiding a bit “Fine, but we proceed with extreme caution. No unnecessary risks, and we prioritize the safety of everyone involved."

Sam nods in agreement, relieved that his suggestion has been acknowledged. "Thank you, Dean. We'll be careful and make sure no one gets hurt.”

The next morning dawns with a sense of purpose and anticipation as Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Saia prepare to split up and track down the families listed in the obituaries. Each member of the group is assigned a specific target, and they silently go about their individual tasks.

Dean,displeased with his task arrives at the home of a grieving family. He observes from a discreet distance, opting to wait in his Impala outside the house and most places he follows to. Keeping an eye out for any signs of supernatural activity is constantly scan the surroundings, as he patiently waits for any unusual occurrences.

Sam with his compassionate demeanor, approaches another family with empathy in his eyes. He engages in heartfelt conversations, listening intently to their stories of loss and offering a comforting presence. Behind his empathetic eyes, his mind remains sharp, searching for any hints or connections that might point towards the creature they are pursuing.

Castiel, his angelic presence concealed, stands outside the residence of a recently bereaved family. He watches with an air of tranquility, his piercing blue eyes scanning for any disturbances in the spiritual realm. With his heightened perception, he seeks out any supernatural traces that may provide clues about the creature's presence or influence.

Saia, using her Kitsune abilities to blend seamlessly into the environment, approaches a different household. Her focus is on surveillance, ensuring that her presence remains unnoticed as she moves silently, her senses finely attuned to detect any hints of the otherworldly.

Hours pass as the day progresses, the group remains vigilant and ever watchful over their charges for any signs of the supernatural as they follow them threw their daily routines. The tension is palpable, knowing that at any moment, they might stumble upon a clue or an encounter that could shed light on the elusive creature they seek.

As the day slowly transitions into evening, Saia continues to tail her target, discreetly weaving through the busy streets of the town. With her phone in hand, she maintains contact with Sam, providing periodic updates on the family she's been observing. Their conversation remains light, filled with small talk as Saia remarks on the mundane details of her surroundings.

 "Hey, Sam, still no significant activity from the family. They're just going about their day, running errands and such."

 "Alright, thanks for the update, Saia. Keep a close eye on them, okay?"

 "Of course, Sam. I'll let you know if anything changes. Oh, hold on, the guy I'm following just turned down an alley. Let me catch up."

 "Okay, be careful, Saia. Watch your back."

Saia quickly rounds the corner, her footsteps light and purposeful. However, her focus is abruptly shattered as she finds herself face to face with a tall, shadowy figure lurking in the alley. The figure's eyes glow ominously, capturing Saia's attention and freezing her in place. She instinctively clutches the phone tightly, her heart pounding in her chest.

 "Sam... Sam….” The eerie silence follows as Saia's words trail off, unable to find their way out of her mouth.

"Saia! Saia, what's happening? Are you okay?" Sam's voice on the other end of the line becomes increasingly frantic as he senses Saia's distress.

Saia’s gaze remains locked with the creature's glowing eyes, a sense of unease and hypnotism taking hold of her. In her disoriented state, she unwittingly releases her grip on the phone, which falls to the ground, the line now filled with static and strange noises.

 "Saia? Saia, answer me! Saia!" Sam's voice echoes through the static, his concern growing as he desperately tries to reach out to his friend. But all he hears is the eerie silence, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of their previous conversation.

As the tall, shadowy figure towers over Saia, a spectral tendril emerges from its form, reaching out and wrapping itself around her, effectively immobilizing her. The tendril's ethereal touch is chilling, sending shivers down Saia's spine. Time seems to slow as moments tick by, with Saia remaining trapped in her trance-like state. Sorrowful tears stream down her cheeks, a visible manifestation of the anguish and despair she feels gazing up into its eyes.

Just as the situation appears dire and hopeless, the sound of gunshots pierces through the air. Dean bursts onto the scene, his pistol raised, firing precise shots at the creature. The bullets find their mark, causing the entity to release Saia and stagger backward, its form flickering and dissipating into the enveloping shadows.

Saia's eyes flutter closed as she collapses to her knees, her body losing its strength. But Dean is quick to react, catching her before she fully hits the ground, his strong arms providing a secure and protective embrace. With Saia in his arms, he can still hear Sam's voice echoing from Saia's phone, calling out for her.

Dean picks up the phone from the nearby ground, his voice filled with urgency and relief as he speaks into it. "Sam, it's Dean. I've got her. She's unconscious, but she's breathing. She encountered the creature we were after. It attacked her.."

His words carry a mix of reassurance and determination, as he assures Sam of Saia's safety while also acknowledging the urgency of the situation.

Back at the hotel room, the atmosphere is heavy with worry and tension. Saia lies unconscious on one of the beds, her expression calm yet unresponsive. Castiel stands over her, his fingertips gently pressed against her forehead, channeling his healing powers to try and awaken her. But despite his efforts, Saia remains motionless, her breathing steady but devoid of consciousness.

Dean, frustration etched on his face, paces back and forth, his hands clenched into fists. He recounts the events he witnessed, describing to Sam and Castiel how he saw Saia abruptly enter the alley, sensing that something was amiss, prompting him to follow her. He vividly recalls the encounter with the creature, its towering presence and intense stare that held Saia captive.

Dean's anger simmers just beneath the surface, and he directs his blame towards Sam, his voice laced with accusation. "This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen Sam. If we hadn't gone along with your plan, Saia wouldn't be in this state right now. She's our friend, and you put her in danger!"

Sam's expression softens, his eyes filled with remorse and guilt as he takes in Dean's words. He understands the weight of the situation and empathizes with Dean's anger. "I know, Dean. I never wanted this to happen. I thought we were making progress, I'm sorry."

Castiel, his gaze unwavering as he observes Saia's still form, interjects with his findings, his voice calm and composed. "There doesn't appear to be any physical injuries or ailments affecting Saia. It seems she's trapped within her own subconscious, unable to awaken." His words carry a touch of concern, his angelic presence lending a sense of wisdom and perspective to the situation.

“This doesn’t make since though; Saia doesn't fit the profile of the other victims. Why would the creature go after her specifically?” Sam’s voice was filled with confusion and concern.

“It's possible that there are unknown factors about Saia's past that make her a target. We don't have all the information about her background.” Castiel nodded his head as he stated the facts.

“Well, great. The only one who might have clues to stop this thing is unconscious. How do we wake her up?” Dean stood at the foot of her bed, hands on his hips as he asked the question.

Sam stood from his seat, he seemed to have an idea. “Maybe… If she's trapped in her subconscious, in a dream-like state, then maybe we can enter her dream ourselves. It could be a way to reach her and bring her back.” Sam explained his idea and made it sound so simple.

Dean looked to Sam with one eye brow raised “Are you saying we should go all Inception on her? That's a risky move, Sammy.” His voice carried doubt in it.

“It might be our best chance to help her. If we can navigate her dream, we might find a way to break the hold of this creature and wake her up.” Castiel was considering Sam’s idea.

“We have to try. Besides, we don't have any other leads right now.” Sam’s voice was almost pleading as he looked to Dean.

Dean inhaled deeply, held it for a moment then sighed heavily, as though he couldn’t believe himself for agreeing to this. “Alright, but we need to be prepared for anything in there. Who knows what kind of challenges we might face in Saia's subconscious.”

"We will need African Dream Root for he two of you to drink. Then you will be able to enter her dream and interact with her.” Castiel would inform the brothers.

“African Dream Root, yeah, we've used it before.” Sam would nod his head.

“Where we going to find it though?” Dean questioned.

“I pasted a shop with the Hunter’s symbol on it in town. They may have some on hand; those it is rare.” Castiel recalled the shop he had pasted while following his own target earlier today.

“Great, so we need that and some of Saia’s DNA. A stran of her hair should work.” Sam was moving over near Saia to a quire the hair.

“I’m going to make the ran in town.” Dean took up his jacket and headed for the door.

“I will show you the way and best to stick together in case the creature shows up again.” Castiel followed Dean out the door.

It wasn’t to long before Dean and Castiel had returned, thankfully the shop did have the Dream Root. Thus before to long there where two cups of the potent liquid sitting on the table waiting to be drank.

“Alright, you ready?” Sam asked Dean look at him.

“I will stand watch while you two find Saia.” Castiel informed the brothers.

“Alight then. Let’s do this.” Dean didn’t sound to enthused as the two of them took the small glasses, cheered with a clank of the glass, then shot the liquid as though it were alcohol. Immediately after downing the liquid both brothers walked to the other bed in the room, laid down next to one another and closed their eyes. It didn’t take long for the effect to take hold.

Their bodies relaxed as the effects of the African Dream Root begin to take hold. It doesn't take long for the vivid transformation to occur, and soon they find themselves standing in a stark white room. A figure stands in the distance, barely discernible at first.

Curiosity propels Sam and Dean forward, their footsteps echoing in the dreamlike space. As they draw nearer, they start to recognize the figure—it's Saia. Excitement mixes with concern as they call out to her, their voices filled with urgency, but she remains unresponsive. Sam and Dean exchange glances, silently acknowledging the peculiar nature of the dream.

Finally reaching Saia's side, they stand shoulder to shoulder, their presence seemingly triggering a shift in the dream's scenery. The sterile white room dissolves, giving way to a lush forest bathed in gentle sunlight. The atmosphere transforms from clinical to organic, enveloping them in the sounds of rustling leaves and the scent of damp earth.

Before them, nestled within the hollowed trunk of a dying tree, sits a small child. The child's form is hunched, knees pressed tightly against their chest, and their face buried in their lap. Tears stream down their cheeks as they cry inconsolably, the weight of their sorrow palpable.

Sam and Dean gaze upon the child, their eyes filled with empathy and confusion. The child's vulnerability tugs at their hearts, and a deep longing to understand and help fills their souls.

"Saia, is that you?" Sam's voice carries a mix of hope and concern, his words hanging in the air.

The adult Saia, standing between the brothers, silently weeps, her tears mirroring the pain etched on the younger version of herself. Her eyes convey a haunting mix of anguish and recognition, as if reliving a painful memory.

Dean's voice joins Sam's, laced with compassion and determination. "We're here for you, Saia. We won't let you face this alone. Whatever it is that's hurting you, we'll find a way to help."

The forest seems to hold its breath as the child slowly raises their head, revealing eyes that mirror Saia's own. Though still too overwhelmed to speak, a glimmer of hope and trust flickers within those tear-filled eyes.

Sam and Dean stand on either side of Saia, a united front ready to support her through whatever darkness lies within her subconscious. The weight of her past experiences and unspoken emotions lingers in the air, creating an atmosphere of both fragility and resilience.

They stand as a trio, facing the child and the pain she represents, determined to provide the solace and understanding Saia so desperately needs.

As the dream scene rewinds itself, the forest retreats into the distance, the vibrant green hues of nature fading into a blur. Sam and Dean exchange bewildered glances, their brows furrowed in puzzlement. It's as if time itself is unraveling, retracting its steps.

When the rewind effect finally ceases, the forest reemerges, restored to its previous state. The small child, once consumed by sorrow, now radiates joy, her tears replaced with a beaming smile. Sam and Dean observe the child, their expressions a mix of wonder and curiosity. Saia remained the same.

The child Saia walks along a winding path, her tiny hand clasped within the loving grip of an elderly woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to Saia—her mother. Both mother and child share the striking Kitsune features, their ears and tails swaying gently with each step.

Sam's voice breaks the silence, a whisper of awe and uncertainty. "Is that... Saia's mother?"

However, Saia remains silent, her eyes fixed on the heartwarming scene unfolding before them. The bond between the child Saia and her mother is palpable, an unspoken connection that transcends words. They move with an effortless grace, their laughter intertwining with the rustling of leaves, filling the air with an ethereal harmony.

Dean, ever vigilant, remains on edge, his confusion mingling with a sense of impending unease. He senses a shift in the dream's trajectory, an underlying tension that hints at an impending turn of events. The happiness displayed by the child seems fragile.

As the child and her mother continue their gentle stroll, the atmosphere carries an undercurrent of anticipation. Each step holds the weight of a question, the unspoken concern of what lies ahead. Dean's gaze flickers from the child's radiant smile to Saia's face, seeking answers that remain elusive.

As the serene forest ambiance is shattered by the distant sound, a cacophony that reverberates through the trees, a sense of foreboding sweeps over the dream realm. The sudden commotion startles the birds perched on branches, causing them to take flight in a flurry of feathers, seeking refuge from the impending chaos.

The child Saia and her mother, caught off guard, halt their leisurely stroll and turn their gaze toward the source of the disturbance. The forest, once teeming with life, falls into an eerie stillness, as if holding its breath in anticipation.

Emerging over the crest of the hill, silhouetted against the darkening sky, is a group of men. Their anger and hostility are perceptible as they brandish an array of crude weapons—torches casting an ominous glow, swords gleaming with menace, pitchforks raised high in the air. Their shouts of malice carry on the wind, mingling with the gasps of fear from Saia's mother and the child clinging to her.

With unyielding determination, Saia's mother scoops up the child in her arms, her protective instincts kicking in. She turns and dashes through the forest, a desperate attempt to outpace the approaching mob. The child clings tightly to her mother, burying her face in her mother's shoulder, seeking solace in her embrace.

Sam, Dean, and Saia, confined to their roles as observers within the dream, watch the harrowing chase unfold before their eyes. The anguish in Sam's voice is tangible as he fires off questions, seeking understanding and demanding answers, but Saia remains silent, her gaze locked on the heart-wrenching scene playing out below.

Dean, his frustration simmering beneath the surface, feels the surge of anger and helplessness intensify. To be mere spectators to this injustice, unable to intervene or protect, fuels a fire within him. His hands clench into fists, his jaw clenches, as his protective instincts collide with the confines of the dream world.

Anxiety fills the air as the chase continues, each step a race against time, each beat of Sam, Dean, and Saia's hearts echoing the urgency of the situation. The dream landscape stretches out before them, its ethereal realm amplifying the intensity of emotions.

As the dream unfolds, the dreamers' roles become clearer. They are not just mere observers; they bear witness to Saia's past, her pain and resilience laid bare before them. And with each passing moment, they become more entwined in her journey, resolved to uncover the truth and guide her toward healing.

But for now, they stand rooted in the dream, their emotions swirling with anger, empathy, and determination, their presence a glimmer of hope a midst the darkness that threatens to consume the child Saia and her mother.

As the chase reaches its climax, the weight of tragedy bears down upon Saia's mother. The exertion takes its toll, evident in her labored breaths and ashen complexion. Sam and Dean's concern grows as they notice the mother's weakening state. Could it be illness? Their apprehension remains unspoken, drowned out by the impending calamity.

Their worst fears materialize as the mother stumbles over an exposed tree root, her body crashing to the forest floor. The impact forcefully launches the child from her mother's arms, leaving her disheveled, dirt-streaked, and with a few fresh scratches adorning her face. The child scrambles to her feet, driven by a desperate urgency to aid her fallen mother.

With her fox ears flattened against her head, a manifestation of her fear, the child grasps her mother's arm, attempting to lift her up. But the mother's strength has waned, her body betraying her resolve. Summoning her remaining energy, the mother pulls herself to her knees and imparts a final message to her child, expressing eternal love but urging her to flee without looking back. Tears stream down the child's face, stinging the cuts on her cheeks, as she is torn between her instinct to stay and her mother's desperate plea.

Adult Saia, standing alongside Sam and Dean, mirrors the child's anguish, her red puffy eyes welling with tears that match the torrent streaming down her younger self's face. The trio of Sam, Dean, and Saia stands transfixed, unable to tear their gaze away from the heartbreaking scene unfolding before them. Anger and sorrow intertwine, filling the very air they breathe, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Just as the mother pushes her child away, the pursuers close in. The leader of the group seizes Saia's mother by her hair, exerting his dominance, while another man reaches out to grasp the terrified child. However, in a moment of desperate agility, the child manages to elude their grasp and slips away. Scrambling through the underbrush, she finds refuge in a nearby bush, her heart pounding in her chest.

Peering through the foliage, she cannot resist stealing a backward glance. What she witnesses etches itself into her memory—an image of her mother's life force extinguished, the leader of the group callously throwing her lifeless body to the ground before severing her head, a horrifying display that splatters her mother's blood across the forest floor. The leader's command to find the child echoes through the air, and his men disperse, scouring the area in pursuit.

With wide eyes and the world seemingly rendered silent, the child watches her mother's life slip away. Her ears ringing with the echo of her mother's voice urging her to run, it becomes the sole driving force propelling her tiny legs forward. She runs with tears streaming down her face, her anguish pouring out until she finds herself seeking solace within the hollowed-out trunk of a dead tree, where she huddles, weeping inconsolably for her lost mother.

Sam, Dean, and Saia are captive spectators, helplessly witnessing every harrowing moment unfold in agonizing detail. The weight of the tragedy seeps into their souls, their hearts aching in empathy. Though Sam briefly entertains the thought of averting his gaze, he resolutely refuses to look away. Dean, grappling with a sense of powerlessness, instinctively reaches out to Saia, pulling her into a tight embrace, burying her face in his shoulder as the sequence of events rewinds, returning them to the very beginning.

As the scene resets, and child Saia and her mother reappear, Sam and Dean's hearts ache with the realization that Saia has been trapped in this nightmarish cycle, forced to relive her tragic past repeatedly before they arrived. Dean holds Saia tightly against him, providing comfort and support, while Sam turns to face them, his expression a mix of guilt and empathy.

“Saia, I'm so sorry. If it weren't for my plan, you wouldn't have to endure this. It's all my fault.”

“We'll find a way to break this cycle and free her from this torment. Saia, listen to me. It's going to be alright, you don't have to go through this anymore. You can wake up now.” Dean voice was firm.

Saia, caught in the grasp of the painful memories that have haunted her, slowly registers their words. The tears streaming down her face begin to subside as she leans into Dean's embrace, seeking solace and strength. The forest scene around them begins to dissolve. The vibrant trees, the haunting memories, and the echoes of pain fade away, leaving behind the empty white void that Dean and Sam initially arrived in.

“I'm so tired... It felt like an eternity in there.” Saia's voice trembles as she expresses her exhaustion, the weight of her traumatic experiences weighing heavily on her spirit.

Suddenly, the three of them, Saia, Dean, and Sam, seem to dissipate from existence within the dreamworld. The abrupt transition jolts Dean and Sam awake, their eyes snapping open to the familiar sight of their motel room. They swiftly sit up, scanning their surroundings with a mix of relief and confusion. Castiel stands near the window, gazing out at the night sky.

“What the hell just happened? Are we back?” Dean asked as he rubbed his eyes.

“Yeah, it looks like it. We made it out of Saia's dream.” Sam glanced around the room.

Castiel turns his gaze from the window, his piercing blue eyes meeting Sam and Dean's disheveled and weary forms. His expression reflects a mixture of concern and sternness.

“You both look like you've been through hell.”

“Thanks, Cas. Always a pleasure.” Dean voice was heavy with sarcasm as he gave Castiel a face smile.

Castiel maintains his composed demeanor, offering a slight nod in acknowledgment of Dean's remark. Sam rushes to Saia's side, concern etched on his face, and gently shakes her shoulder to try and wake her.

“Saia, wake up. We're back… What happened, she isn’t waking up.” Sam voice was filled once again with concern and confusion.

Castiel joins Sam, his hand resting on Saia's forehead as he examines her. ”She as returned, Sam. She's just resting. The toll of her experience taken its toll on her physical and mental state.”

“Yeah, I don't blame her. What she went through…” Dean was leaning against the table now, considering what they had just witnessed.

Sam and Dean exchange a solemn glance, their eyes reflecting the weight of Saia's ordeal. Castiel's eyes widen as the realization dawns upon him, connecting the pieces of the puzzle.

“This trance she was put under... reliving her mother's death repeatedly. It's consistent with the nature of a Soulweaver.” Castiel’s eyes narrowed.

“Soulweaver? What the hell is that?” Dean asked in his usual tone.

“A Soulweaver is a malevolent entity that feeds on emotional trauma, particularly the anguish of lost loved ones. It uses its powers to trap its victims in a loop of reliving their most painful memories.” Castiel explained as he walked over to one of the laptop to search for the Soulweaver.

“So, it deliberately targeted Saia because of her mother?” Sam confirmed.

“Precisely. Saia's unresolved trauma made her a prime target. The creature must have sensed her vulnerability.” Castiel was typing and search for a reliable site.

Dean clenches his fists, anger seething within him at the thought of Saia being subjected to such torment. “Well, we're not gonna let that thing get away with what it's done to her. We're gonna put an end to it, once and for all.”

Sam nods, determination evident in his eyes.

Castiel turns the laptop toward Sam and Dean, revealing an information page about Soulweavers. The screen displays eerie images and descriptions of the creature, while Castiel provides further explanation.

“Soulweavers, as their name suggests, are of Native American origin. They possess a unique power of hypnotic manipulation, allowing them to ensnare individuals who are overwhelmed by grief or sorrow. It's their ability to exploit vulnerability that makes them particularly dangerous.”

Sam leans closer to the laptop, absorbing the information as Castiel continues.

“Once entranced, the victim is trapped in a relentless cycle, reliving the moment they lost their loved one. The Soulweaver feeds on the intense emotions generated by these memories, which only grow stronger with each repetition. This emotional torment enhances the essence of the victim's soul, making it more enticing to the creature.”

Dean furrows his brow, a look of recognition crossing his face. “Yeah, that matches what I saw in the alley. It had this shadowy tendril thing coming out of its body, like it was... weaving something.”

“That tendril you saw is indeed part of the Soulweaver's modus operandi. It's a spectral appendage, like a thread, that wraps around the victim, holding them in place until their soul is ripe for harvesting. The stolen souls become entwined within the creature until it's ready to feed.”

“So, it's not just about tormenting its victims; it's actually feeding on their souls.” Sam’s look of realization was mixed with distaste.

“Precisely. The Soulweaver gains strength and sustenance from the essence of those captured souls. It's a sinister and parasitic existence.” Castiel nodded.

Dean clenches his jaw, his determination resurfacing. “Well, we're not gonna let that thing keep preying on innocent people. How do we stop it?” Dean looked to Castiel.

Castiel, looking at the laptop screen, continues to explain the method to protect oneself from the Soulweaver's influence and to defeat the creature. He looks at Sam and Dean, anticipating their reaction to the solution.

“There is a way to shield yourselves from the Soulweaver's influence, but I must warn you, it involves sharing your true feelings. It's a deeply personal and vulnerable process that may not be easy for either of you.

Dean raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Sharing our feelings? You mean like some kind of therapy session?

“In a way, yes. While formidable, the Soulweaver is not invincible. It is particularly susceptible to pure expressions of love and healing energies. Acts of compassion, emotional support, and the rekindling of hope can disrupt its hold on victims and weaken its influence. But it's crucial for the success of the ritual. To protect yourselves, you'll need to gather specific ingredients.”

Castiel retrieves a notepad and pen, ready to write down the list of required items as well as explain their meanings. Next were the steps in which these ingredients would be put together in order to make the protective tailsmens.

“Alright, so we protect ourselves. But what about taking down the Soulweaver?” Dean would ask.

“To defeat the Soulweaver, the same method can be used. Follow the steps I mentioned, but instead of placing everything in a pouch, perform the ritual over a silver blade. Once the items have been charged with protective energy, use the blade to stab the Soulweaver.

Dean crosses his arms, his skepticism evident on his face as he listens to Castiel's explanation. The notion of sharing their true feelings and relying on love and compassion doesn't sit well with him. “You really expect us to believe that the key to taking down this thing is through love and compassion? Sounds like a load of crap to me, Cas.”

Sam looks at Dean, concern etched on his face. He knows Dean's resistance stems from his difficulty in expressing his emotions. “Dean, think about Saia. You saw what she went through, reliving her mother's death over and over again. If showing a little love and compassion can help, isn't it worth a shot?”

Dean's eyes flicker with a mix of frustration and understanding. He knows Sam has a point, but he's not ready to admit it just yet. “You know what fine, Sam. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. This whole touchy-feely crap goes against my nature.”

Castiel interjects, trying to ease the tension. “Dean, I understand your reservations. It's not easy for anyone, but the power of love and compassion can be a formidable weapon against darkness. We have seen it before.

Dean huffs, reluctantly acknowledging Castiel's words. “Alright,  I said alright. Let's just get this over with.” Dean takes the list from Castiel. “Obsidian, white candle, consecrated water... Got it. And we do the same thing, but with a silver blade to take down the Soulweaver. I can handle that.” Dean grumbles as he reads it off.

Sam gives Dean a knowing smile, appreciating his willingness to go along with the plan despite his reservations.

Dean rolls his eyes, trying to maintain his tough exterior. “Don't get too mushy on me, Sammy. We've got a job to do, and this Soulweaver's going down.”

As Dean, Sam, and Castiel finish assembling the protective talismans and preparing the silver blade, they realize a crucial flaw in their plan. They had no idea where to find the elusive Soulweaver.

“Great, so we've got all these fancy talismans and blade, but how the hell are we supposed to track down this Soulweaver? It's not like it's leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for us to follow.” Dean was becoming more frustrated.

“Hold on, guys, I think I found something!” Sam had already made his way back to the computer. “According to this passage to find a Soulweaver, we need to seek the sacred grounds where pain and healing intertwine, where the veil between worlds is thin.” Sam would read aloud the encrypted details.

Dean would lean in over Sam’s shoulder to read the passage. “Pain and healing intertwine, huh? So like a church or graveyard?”

Castiel would nod his head. “That makes sense. They are places where people gather to seek solace when grieving would likely have a stronger presence of the Soulweaver.”

Sam typing on his laptop “I'll search for all the local churches and graveyards.”

Dean’s voice was determined as he spoke “Good. Let's stick together this time. No more splitting up. We've seen what this thing can do, and we're not taking any chances.”

At a nearby local church with an interconnected graveyard, the moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the tombstones. Sam, Dean, and Castiel stand at the entrance of the church, observing the vastness of the graveyard.

“This is the biggest graveyard in town. If the Soulweaver is drawn to places where pain and healing intertwine, this could be a prime location for its presence.” Sam is scanning the area with his eyes as he speaks.

“Alright.  Keep your eyes peeled and stay alert. We need to find that bastard.” Dean takes the first steps through the gates.

As the trio journeys further into the graveyard, the wind begins to pick up, rustling the leaves and sending a chill through the air. The sound of a soft, haunting whistle carries on the wind, echoing in the night. Sam's eyes widen as he recognizes the familiar tune.

“Guys, listen! That's the same whistling sound I heard on the phone with Saia when the Soulweaver attacked." Sam’s voice is a whisper as he speaks.

Dean and Castiel swiftly move towards the source of the sound, their steps quiet and purposeful. Following the eerie melody, they soon spot the Soulweaver, its shadowy tendrils wrapped around an older man, who appears entranced and trapped within the creature's grasp.

Without hesitation, Sam, Dean, and Castiel launch into action, converging on the Soulweaver with coordinated precision. Each swings their own silver blades, aiming for the creature's spectral thread-like appendage.

Dean takes a step forward, his blade cuts through the air, slicing through the darkness with a resolute purpose. The Soulweaver screeches in pain as the silver severs its ethereal appendage. Sam, positioned at the creature's flank, strikes with precision. His silver blade cuts through the air with a swift arc, meeting the Soulweaver's shadowy form. The blade connects, sending shards of dark energy scattering into the night. Sam's determination fuels his strikes, his movements guided by the desire to free the trapped souls and put an end to the Soulweaver's reign. The battle rages on, each blow delivered with purpose and determination. The Soulweaver retaliates, its form writhing and contorting, but the trio remains resolute in their mission.

As the fight reaches its climax, the combined efforts of Sam, Dean, and Castiel overpower the Soulweaver. With a final strike, the silver blades pierce through the creature's form, causing it to emit an ear-splitting screech. The Soulweaver's spectral appendages retract, vanishing into the night, defeated and dissipated.

The atmosphere shifts, the wind calm and the moon casting a serene glow upon the battleground. From where the Soulweaver once stood now a group of souls momentarily float, before taking off on their own to find their bodies. Watching this with a shared moment of relief, the three exchange glances, acknowledging the significance of their victory. They have not only protected themselves but also freed others from the clutches of the Soulweaver's torment.

Returning to the lastest victim of the Soulweaver, now laying on the ground behind them; Sam, Dean, and Castiel carefully lift the unconscious man, cradling him in their arms with a shared sense of urgency and concern. They carry him towards the nearby church, seeking a place of safety and solace.

As they enter the hallowed halls of the church, the atmosphere changes. The air feels calm and sanctified, offering a respite from the chaos they have just experienced. They find a wooden bench and gently lay the man down, ensuring his comfort as they wait for him to regain consciousness.

Leaving the unconscious man in the care of the church, they quietly make their way back to the familiar confines of their motel room. The weight of their recent battles lingers, but a sense of accomplishment fills the air. They know they have fulfilled their duty, protecting an innocent life from the clutches of the Soulweaver.

Upon returning to the motel room, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction settles over them. They enter the room, closing the door behind them, and stand for a moment in silent. Saia who now sits on the bed, her posture reflecting her emotional exhaustion. Their hearts ache for her, understanding the weight she has carried through her traumatic ordeal. Saia's body language speaks volumes, her face buried in her hands, fingers entwined in her hair, her knees pulled to her chest with her back against the bed’s headboard. It's a moment of vulnerability that tugs at their own emotions, reminding them of the pain she has endured and the strength she has shown.

In a silent display of support, Sam and Dean settle on either side of Saia's bed. Their presence is a reassuring reminder that she is not alone in her struggle. Dean's hand gently rests on her knee, offering a wordless connection and comfort.

Castiel stands guard near the door, his gaze fixed on Saia, a solemn expression on his face. Though unsure of his role in this particular moment, he is resolved to be there, to offer his presence and support in whatever way he can.

Time stands still as they sit together, they know that healing will take time.

End Chapter.

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Today's Daily Encouunter Monday, August 12, 2024

More Rest, Less Stress

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.1

Modern day living can be busy and stressful and rest is not something we're accustomed to. Many of us go about our days feeling like maybe we were born with a built-in to-do list that no matter how many boxes we check we just never seem to get through it. Before long we become burdened, weary, and overwhelmed. You work yourself ragged trying to keep up with some idea you have in your head and you've set impossible goals for yourself. Your phone demands your attention every time it dings, urging you to "stay connected". If this sounds like you, then when was the last time you allowed yourself to sit and relax? When was the last time you allowed yourself a moment of quiet where you just closed your eyes and handed your busyness and overworked self over to the Lord? In the stillness, you might just hear the still, small voice that is calling you to rest; calling you to lay your heavy burdens down at His feet. We aren't meant to carry any of this on our own. Jesus wants to help. He says, "Come to me… I will give you rest"! We have permission to REST! It may be hard to let go of the stress that's been your sidekick for so long, but we were designed to rest. Our bodies need to rest and refresh… it's essential!

God made sure to include in the beginning of Scripture that HE, Himself, rested. And then in Matthew He said, "learn from me" (11:29). If the Almighty, Everlasting God of the Universe needs His rest, how much more do we as limited humans. Surrender all over to the Lord today, allow yourself some much-needed rest and then sit back and watch how the Lord will prosper your work!

Suggested Prayer: Dear Heavenly Lord, rest is one of the hardest things for me to do, when it should be the easiest! Today, I ask that you fill me with the courage to let it go and lay all of my worries, stresses, and my overwhelmed spirit at your feet. I want to rest in your presence and feel your spirit wash over my tired soul. I love you, Lord, and I ask this in Jesus' name, Amen.

Matthew 11:28 (CSB).

Today's Encounter was written by: Veronica B.

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By Talos, This Can't be Happening pt 6: Bruma County Blues

Oh is it going to let me post this one? Marvelous!

Our heroes(citation needed) finally reach Bruma! What absolute horseshit awaits them there?

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions @whocares-idont

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Helix thanked the elves profusely while Swag laid out their single bedroll. Yeah, this wasn't going to enforce the elopement theory at all. Oh well. It was probably better than saying oh yeah, we're super into each other, years long relationship, but we're both so traumatized by previous experiences that we're mutually afraid of commitment baybeeeeee~

Yeah no.

What they had was fine, and he didn't worry about it.

Helix and the elves got a fire started and some food cooking. The elves swapped stories of their people and their old home at Helix's curious prodding, sang elven folk songs in a lovely, flowing language Helix seemed able to understand. Hearing their words tumble from her lips lit a little flame in him.

It was funny. She could speak the languages of elves and dragons, demonic and celestial beings, but on Earth, only English. His grasp of Italian delighted her.

Well, it was very sexy after all.

While Helix caroused with the elves, Swag located the needle and thread he'd appropriated from the waystation, and began fixing his damaged clothes and backpack.

“Oh, you've a steady hand.” one of the elves pointed out. “Didn't think Nords were really into that sort of thing.”

“His family are tailors.” Helix lied rather easily. “From Markarth. That's how we met.”

“She's been my canvas ever since.” he said locking eyes with her over the fire. If they were going to craft this lie, they were gonna do it together. She smiled, and the elves exchanged knowing looks.

Yeah, yeah, they were adorable. But more importantly, they now had a more solid existence in this land. Just so long as they didn't run into anybody else from 'Markarth', wherever that was...

They ate dinner, and Swag finished repairing his things, then Mels bid the 'youngsters' retire in preparation for their early morning.

“Does he not realize that we're like, thirty-seven?” Swag whispered, once they'd crammed themselves into the bedroll.

“Maybe not.” Helix whispered back. “Elves live a really long time, so they might not be good at judging human ages. Besides, you still look fantastic.”

“Right back at'cha. You are timeless.”

“Here's hoping.”

With a quick smooch, they settled down.

Twin red stars in a twilit world, the air floral perfume. His eyes stung from incomprehensible beauty, scent, sound, sight, overwhelmed, but two red stars, always.

They blinked.

“Challenge.”

Feminine voice, everywhere at once, inside. A woman in a dress of flowing starlight, a statue given breath.

She lifted her arm and pointed to the west and green. A grimy man lifted his arm and pointed to the west and green. A monk lifted his arm and pointed to the west and

Red.

A path split, and split, and split again, into rays like starlight, starlight, starlight-

“Mornin' Starlight.”

They wore rings and lived a cozy life in a stone walled shop in the largest and most prosperous city in the world. She was happy, even though she barely remembered anything these these days, and he took what joy he could in caring for her.

Like starlight, starlight, starlight-

“Stay with me, Starlight.”

He knelt before the statue with her in his arms, like a Pieta in parody, making a pledge to the being whose evil crept up from the ground to claim the words from his mouth.

Rays like starlight-

“I miss you, Starlight.”

The rope was tight around his neck, and a thousand eyes were on him, waiting to see the ultimate fate of the Gray Fox, but he was simply relieved to be finally leaving this tiresome world behind.

Rays like starlight, which curled back in on themselves and disappeared as in dawn. There was no road before him. It was on him now, to step into that unknown, and set himself on one of many possible paths.

He lifted his foot.

He opened his eyes.

Nice and snug with Helix in their shared bedroll, and a gleaming white statue gazing down upon them.

Helix mumbled at his movement, floating into wakefulness.

“Mornin' Starlight.” he yawned. “Weird dreams?”

“Mnn. No...none at all.”

“You're awake? Excellent. Pack up and get prepared.” Mels said from the other side of the clearing. “I'm afraid I really can't let you stay any longer. This is no campsite, after all.”

It was fair. Back home, the churches talked a big game about mercy and generosity, but they sure as hell didn't let the homeless shack up in the sanctuary. The Daedra priest had shown more forbearance than them.

They got their things together, and tended to their hygiene as best they could, then followed the elves back to the main road.

“Hey sorry again about the troll.” Swag said, and the elves waved him off.

“It wasn't as if you did it on purpose.” Mels said “Who would expect such a thing to happen? I haven't heard of there being any trolls in these parts for many years.”

Swag could feel the eyes of the statue on him, mocking and amused. He bid the elves farewell, grabbed Helix firmly by the hand, and began walking off to the west.

“No more going off the road, okay?” Swag said. “If something is growing within arms reach, fine, but we can't get lost like that again. We're not equipped to take on monsters.”

“Agreed. We'll get to Bruma, and then do something to scrounge up enough money for some equipment. Don't know what yet, though.”

“You leave that to me. I've got skills. Now don't you judge.” he said, noticing her side-eying him.

“No, of course not. I just don't want you to do anything you'll regret.”

He barked a short laugh.

“Baby, I regret so much. Don't worry, I won't do anything I wasn't already willing to do. Meanwhile, why don't you tell me anything else you know about this world?”

She spoke as they walked, about the world being created by Aedra and Daedra, about the moons being the body of the one who tricked them into doing it, and the sun being a hole torn in the firmament, created when the god of magic decided to abandon the project and return to his home dimension. About the great towers scattered across the world, places of enormous power that supposedly stabilized material reality.

The White-Gold Tower was still visible from the road, rising high and slender through the morning mists. Maybe it held the key to getting home?

The road began to wind upward again, though this time he could just barely see the top of a crenelated stone wall poking out above the snowy trees.

“You think that might be it?”

“I think that might be it.”

A city. Civilization at last, for whatever that meant here. Helix of Verdancy might be an ethereal forest witch, but Edward Nigma was definitely a city rat. The cities he was used to didn't have things like tall stone walls or guarded gates, but they also didn't have bandits and trolls and giant rats. Well not that kind of giant. You saw things on the Gotham subway, but still...not like that.

The gate guards wanted nothing more than their names and business, and that was easy enough. Helix and Edward, and just passing through~

That was all this world needed from them, but he felt like it was going to try and take more.

Bruma looked old. Lived in, but built on the bones of history, in the way one could go walking down the street in Europe and be suddenly confronted by a building from the sixteen hundreds. A reminder that people had been here for centuries before you, and would be after.

The city was split into clear business and residential districts, centrally divided by a huge stone cathedral. It looked like the kind of church that could be found in the older portions of Gotham, though he doubted there were any crosses hung in this one. Houses clustered around it, like chicks around a dark, brooding hen, or orphans around a dark, brooding bat, while shops and public buildings squatted on stone tiers like a collection on display.

Helix approached a guard who was warming himself next to a large brazier.

“Pardon. We're new here, could you point us to a boarding house?”

The guardsman looked the two of them up and down, and from the slight sneer on his face, Swag guessed they didn't make a favorable impression.

“Yeah, you'll want the Tap and Tack. It's...inexpensive. Other side of the chapel. Keep on the right side of the law while you're here.” he said dismissively.

Helix shrugged and they headed toward the chapel, Swag throwing one annoyed glance back over his shoulder at the brusque guardsman.

Dick.

The Tap and Tack certainly looked...inexpensive. Like a rickety shack that would blow over in a storm more like, but it was clearly a high traffic area, and warm inside. Customers filled the common room which smelled strongly of ale, bread, and smoke, and they were shouted at upon entering to hang up any weapons they had that were larger than a dagger.

Helix held up her hands.

“Sorry man, they don't come off.”

A few half-hearted laughs from other patrons, and they were promptly ignored again, having to shove their way up to the bar.

“How much for a room and a meal?” Helix asked.

The innkeeper eyed them both with the same dismissive attitude the guard had shown them, and shrugged.

“Three septims usually, but if you're short, I'll take that polypore you got.”

Helix had collected so many plants that she'd had to string them around her waist and over her shoulders. She removed a yellow mushroom from a string, and plopped it down on the counter. Swag had watched her pry the sulfurous thing off a rotten stump two days ago, and could not imagine at the time what use it might be.

The innkeeper supplied two wooden bowls and utensils, half a loaf of bread, and directed them to the stew pot over the fire. They opted to eat in the room provided, instead of trying to squeeze in at one of the crowded common room tables.

Swag had hoped for a bed, but there was only another furry bedroll. At least it was clean.

Helix lit the lamp and settled on the floor, laying out her large collection of plant parts, organizing and bundling them up. She selected a handful of stalks, and began stripping their silvery leaves.

“Is that going into the soup?” Swag asked, going through their backpacks, taking inventory of their remaining supplies. One of their water bottles had been cracked in the troll attack and was slowly leaking. Their bread had been soaking it up all day, and Swag drooped a little more with each handful of mushy goop he scooped out.

What a damn shame. All that effort, wasted.

Her lips tightened slightly at the sight of the loss.

“Sorry.” he said. “Troll fucked it up.”

“Better that than you.”

She took his hand, pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, and went back to her silvery leaves.

“These aren't going into the soup. They could, but they're more valuable for other things.”

“They smell great.” it was a green, herbaceous scent, hard to place yet somehow familiar.

“It's mugwort. Were you ever into absinthe?”

“I've tried it. Great aesthetics, but didn't enjoy it like I thought I would.”

“Mugwort and wormwood are related. Tomorrow, I will seek out whatever mage, alchemist, or apothecary this city has to offer, and I will sell this, along with whatever else I've gathered that I can get decent value from. Some of these are uncommon, not things that can really be cultivated. I might also be able to get some information out of whoever I sell to. Some clue about what to do next. How to proceed.”

They ate in relative silence, Helix getting her wild wares prepared while Swag examined his knife, looking it over for dirt, damage, or rust. There were two bedrolls now, so they had space to stretch out, but...

They pulled the furry sleeping bags close to one another, so they could rest to the sounds of each other's breath.

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