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A Pearl (1/2)

based on the song by mitski because i love mitski and hot traumatised men

Summary: Years of horrific memories still weigh down on him even as he promises to let you help him move on. All you want to do is help, but its not enough.

Part 2 Masterlist AO3

tags: Leon Kennedy/Reader, Hurt/No comfort, Angst, fem! reader, mentions of re4 (no specific spoilers dw guys), mentions of ptsd, heart wrenching angst 😘

other notes: for clarification, the timeline goes— after the raccoon city incident, then he goes on the re4 mission, then it’s like the smaller missions like damnation etc. Towards the end and next chapter it’s basically vendetta. But theres no actual spoilers bcus tbh.. i haven’t watched any of the movies except id 💀

Ch1: Before it Ended

Like a dream is how you’d always describe it. His coworkers, your friends —anyone who had heard of his name— would come up to you, fawning over your pretty looks and lovely personality. They’d ask you every time, “How did it happen?” And always, you’d replay that memory in your head.

“It was winter,” You’d begin by recounting the snow that fell upon your face that day, the breeze that bristled your bones, and the way his hair looked frozen in place. You’d remember the laughter that bubbled in your throat when you saw that and how his lips curved ever so slightly for what you believe was the first time. Some of the soft strands of your hair had itched your skin; It was messy from having been shaken from the depths of sleep, and now your fingers tuck the rogue locks behind your ear. Eyes like a pretty lake, hair like wheat, with his random strands and dirty blonde roots you would soon learn to run your fingers through. He stood before you, only the dim porch light illuminating him on that winter night. “Why are you out so late?” You had asked him, your hand reaching forward to tug him into the warmth of your apartment. Little did you know that’d tug him into your life as well.

The refusal was clear; he shook his head, puffs of warm air escaping as he explained that he had something to tell you. His clothes were dirty, scratched in places, and his combat knife was only hastily put away—just work, he explains, desperate to leave a good impression on you. He had finished, and he was sure that now that he’d have time, he’d be free from the shackles of the years that would creep up on him. Cheeks flushed and Adam’s apple bobbing—you still aren’t sure whether the cold or a blush caused that. “I know I’m always gone, and we dont see each other as often anymore, but I swear- I’ve sorted everything out. I’ve fixed it.” He says his words rushed and mumbled, like his heart was spilling out then and there.“I know this is sudden- i know, but- i just.. Will you marry me?” He blurts out and every puff of air that leaves his mouth feels like another log added to the fire you didn’t know was built in your heart for him. A campfire, as you’d always describe it, is comforting and warm, the perfect reassurance in cold times. Perhaps you should’ve chosen something detrimental to life, but you preferred the romantic speech.

Everyone loved the tale as you did, enamoured with how you managed to get the stoic agent to fall head over heels with you. He’d walk over right then, slinging an arm around your waist, giving you a tender kiss to your cheek, and plastering a smirk on his lips. “Still telling everyone that story?” He’d tease as his fingertips gently rubbed your side, the silver band on his ring finger twinkling with the same light his wine glass did. “As usual.” You’d reply, that same bubble of happiness rising in your throat again as you tilted your head upwards, waiting for the small peck that always came.

Always.

A year would go by, and you’d been learning more and more about each other. Nothing seemed to be too big of a step for you. Opposing voices, loud huffs, doors slamming shut until the other would open it quietly, apologise, crawl into the warmth of their shared bed, and work things out with sweet reassurances. Work was tough; he was on more missions than ever, being considered one of the greatest men to serve your country. Warmth that you always described as adoration filled your heart whenever you heard that phrase; you couldn’t be more proud of him for it.

Besides, not even that could tear you down; nothing could break the delicate encasing that surrounded the pair of you. A greenhouse, you’d say, because it held all the things that grew only with a person’s own nurture and care. Like your relationship, crafted and melded by your kind words and your soft voice. It’s a shame greenhouses are made of glass.

Weekends were quieter now, something you had decided to take in stride; you decided to plan something nice for when he returned. The he anniversary he had missed too. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him now, resorting to spraying his cologne on the pillows in that cold bed to retrieve some imaginary warmth. Then it came—the day he’d return. Open arms is what you welcomed him with; he had always loved to hug you, and holding you close was a remedy for his mind, he’d say. But those words stopped forming after some time. You ushered him into the shared bed that night, your arms curling around him after the nice surprise you had set up earlier had gone well. Perfect, you had thought. The bed was still cold, though. You thought about bringing it up with him but decided against it; the warmth of his arms was enough for you.

You should’ve brought it up with him, for the time would have entered where he couldn’t handle it. He had awoken with a jolt, sweat trickling like beads down his temples. Eyes wide and chest pounding, he sat there with eyes darting for a threat and hands searching for yours. Your fingers would intertwine with his, warm against his cold palms, as you sat up beside him. It’d be over soon; thats what you promised— you’d do this together.

Nights like those started occurring more often than ever, until one day, he’s awoken with a sharp jolt again. His movements are much more frantic, his hands searching and searching.

Though, this time, it doesn’t find itself in yours.

It’s tightly wrapped around your neck, his mind screaming to murder you. Bloodshot eyes and prominent streaks of black down your arms— the horrors he had tried so desperately to push away— return to his mind. Your breath wont come. No sweet words, and he looks down to see his hand contaminated with that same murky colour. The sink of his chest feels like a knife as he sees your arm grab out at him, like they did everywhere he went. Those creatures who would grab him, claw at him, and still threatened to take his life. They had destroyed his mind instead.

But there is no mutant, no bloodshot eyes and no streaks on your skin. All he sees is what he’s done to you, his body weight pressing on you as his hand keeps a firm grip around your neck. Your mouth begs for air, denying the sweet reassurance he needed as he sees you turn pale, your eyes flickering with tears. There’s no threat in here; not even the cold breeze from the open window chills his bones. Nothing can hurt more than the desperation in your eyes as your hands claw—No—plead at him for relief. He immediately lets go, scrambling to the other end of the bed as he watches you pant, his heart filled with fear. Fear of himself. You quickly turn to him, mustering out your honeyed phrases through choked breaths. But they’re just letters dancing about, barely going near his ears in the walls he had built between the two of you. Ignorance is bliss, but he can’t break his gaze when he sees the deep streaks of scarlet he left on your neck. Frozen in regret and shame, you tentatively wrap your arms around him to comfort the pair of you. But he feels your tears on his neck; the fear you felt eats at his gut and his conscience. You had never felt so cold before.

The days he had left for missions were the worst nights of your life, you’d say, having been away from your heart for so long. But even as you see him drinking his morning coffee, those eye bags prominent, you think your heart might be buried in Spain, infected with the plagas of love that died out.

Unspoken was what had happened that night— a silent promise between the pair of you with small random affections to bandage up the wound he had inflicted. He was still going on the small missions, but they were shorter, and he was back to fill the bed every night. The flowers in the vase never died—a different shade, flower, or even scent every week. A different kind of love.

This continued for weeks, up until you were out with some friends, each talking about their love lives, which was always a topic between the three of you. One of them gushes about how their husband’s love language is gift-giving, describing each and every homemade affection they receive on the daily. Soon it gets around to your turn, and when you speak about his love language, physical touch comes to mind again. Whether it was playing with your hair, rubbing your hands as you walked in the cold, or leaning on you after hard days, he always wanted to be near you. Your mouth fails to respond; no words form yet no examples are recalled in your brain either. You laugh sheepishly, trying hard to wrack your head for something sweet he’s done, until you just laugh it off and talk about how you love him again.

The bed’s empty when you slip inside it; he hasn’t returned yet and he won’t be back for another hour or so. The ceiling accompanies you as you desperately try to remember an act of affection in the last few weeks. It’s only now that it finally hits you, like a tonne of bricks through your skull—

He’s been distancing himself from you.

Knowing that you get caught up in little things, he occupied your mind with flowers and sweet notes. Not once have you actually heard him say any of it or felt his touch, if not accidental. He sleeps at a distance at night, and even when you shuffle closer somehow, you wake up further apart than before. You havent had a meal with him in weeks and you haven’t actually heard that raspy voice you remember as he complains about his day. You cannot remember the last time you felt warmth, and you can’t remember when you last cried this hard.

You’re in the bathroom, wiping away the stray tears as you look at yourself in the mirror. A heavy ache that still scrapes against the walls of your heart, unsure if you feel better or worse after coming to terms with this. Every pump feels like it’s dragging you down instead of keeping you alive. The rush of blood is like-

The front door clicks open.

You almost freak out and you’re not even sure why you would. Why are you scared of this? Why are you suddenly scared of him? Your feet hurries you back to your shared bed, settling under the covers once more to try to play it off as just tiredness. You still can’t figure out why you’re doing all this or why you start to form excuses for your behaviour in your mind. He never does. So why would you? The footsteps draw closer; they’re just slightly heavy, much softer than when he wears his boots. You hear the bedroom door unclick and your shoulders tense with every second.

But you dont see him enter. Slow breathing and closed eyes— you’re even lying on your side as you pretend to be asleep.

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Leon breathes out a heavy sigh, his chest sinking to drain out all his exhaustion from today. There’s a rustle of clothing as he undresses, pulling on some random sweatpants and a spare shirt for the night. Why should he even care if its clean or not? He walks over to his side of the bed, rummaging around the bedside table for something. Then he pauses, his eyes catching onto something in his peripheral view. Tear stains?

You hear the creak on the bed as he leans half his weight on it, about to reach out to you. Your heart beats faster. Is it because you dont want to worry him with your tears, or are you afraid of him? You don’t know. His fingers brush your cheek ever so gently, his voice echoing out your name so, so softly.

“Hey.. you awake?” He asks, and even though your heart is melting into a little puddle so easily, some stubborn stick clogs your throat. His sigh fills the room again and he pulls the blanket over you, tucking it snugly over you before brushing the hair out of your face. Maybe he’s just tired these days, you think. He’s been through a lot after all; it explains all of it. Really, you shouldn’t have been so upset at all—his work and life are on an entirely different level for you.

You’re about to open your eyes, pretend you woke up, and give him a sleepy smile. Images of him giving you a tight hug and one hand rubbing the small of your back as he tells you to fall asleep again fills your mind.

Then he speaks again, the bed creaking as he steps back off of the bed, the warmth leaving as fast as it came. “She’s really knocked out.? Phew.. I do not want to deal with some stupid tears..” He mutters out, his raspy voice much lower and breathless—almost exasperated. A low groan leaves him as he dumps his work clothes somewhere. Then, the bed screams again as he lays his weight on it before he shuffles himself to the end of the bed. He looks back at the space between them, another huff of air leaving his lips.

“That’s good enough. I fucking hate being woken to push her away from me..” Eventually, his breathing evens out, and his shoulders are still tight and tense as his body relaxes into the bed. The night falls quieter, and your mind feels blank.

You don’t know when you fell asleep or if he saw your fresh tears when he woke that morning.

Next

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Battle of the Fear Bands!

B4R3: The Extinction

London Calling:

“The song is all about the world tearing itself apart through war, famine, and disasters. The sound intensity lends itself to a feeling of danger. At the end of the song, there is a repeating "SOS" (the international distress signal) in Morse code, implying an outgoing call for help at the end of the world.”

We Will All Go Together When We Go:

“Its literally about how we will all die if a nuclear bomb got dropped on us but cheerfully:)”

Lyrics below the line!

London Calling:

London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared, and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come outta the cupboard, ya boys and girls

London calling, now don't look to us Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing Except for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drownin', and I live by the river

(London calling) to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holdin' out and draw another breath

London calling, and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking, I saw you noddin' out London calling, see we ain't got no Hyde 'Cept for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drowning, an' I, I live by the river

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Now get this

(London calling) Yes, I was there, too And ya know what they said? Well, some of it was true (London calling) At the top of the dial And after all this, won't you give me a smile? (London calling)

I never felt so much alike, alike, alike

We Will All Go Together When We Go:

When you attend a funeral It is sad to think that sooner or l- -ater those you love will do the same for you And you may have thought it tragic (Not to mention other adjec- -tives) to think of all the weeping they will do But don't you worry

No more ashes, no more sackcloth And an armband made of black cloth Will some day nevermore adorn a sleeve For if the bomb that drops on you Gets your friends and neighbors too There'll be nobody left behind to grieve

And we will all go together when we go What a comforting fact that is to know Universal bereavement - An inspiring achievement! Yes, we all will go together when we go

We will all go together when we go All suffused with an incandescent glow No one will have the endurance To collect on his insurance Lloyd's of London will be loaded when they go

Oh, we will all fry together when we fry We'll be French-fried potatoes by-and-by There will be no more misery When the world is our rotisserie Yes, we all will fry together when we fry

Down by the old maelstrom There'll be a storm before the calm

And we will all bake together when we bake There'll be nobody present at the wake With complete participation In that grand incineration Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak

Oh, we will all char together when we char And let there be no moaning of the bar Just sing out a Te Deum When you see that ICBM And the party will be come-as-you-are

Oh, we will all burn together when we burn There'll be no need to stand and wait your turn When it's time for the fallout And Saint Peter calls us all out We'll just drop our agendas and adjourn You will all go directly to your respective Valhallas Go directly, do not pass 'GO', do not collect two hundred dollars

And we will all go together when we go Every Hottentot and every Eskimo When the air becomes uraneous We will all go simultaneous Yes, we all will go together When we all go together Yes, we all will go together when we go

[ruyaceres]

i. After passing the trials, Rüya’s ring was fitted with a stone emblazoned with the sigil of Ceres. She immediately took a small chisel and etched a single head of wheat onto the underside of the band—a secret tribute to Arasvale, the fields that shaped her, and the family she’ll never forget.

ii. Rüya’s unlikely bond with a cat sith began during her first year at the Tower of Olympia. She spent hours searching its depths for Proserpina’s secret alcove, and though she never uncovered it, Asrial followed her out. Cunning and enigmatic, he serves as her silent protector, often draped across her shoulder in the Queen’s Court. Away from Eterna, Asrial scouts hostile territories alongside the Warriors of Mars, claiming the souls she cannot save in time. 

iii. In an effort to find peace, Rüya regularly tends to the vegetable gardens outside the Tower walls. It’s become a form of rehabilitation, not just for herself, but for those who work with her. It’s where she feels the most connected to others, swapping stories while her hands are deep in the earth—here she quietly observes the growth of plants and her patients. 

iv. Rüya dabbles in Conjuration. More than mere convenience, this precision-based art has proven invaluable to her work as a Healer. She inscribes intricate sigils on medical kits and herbs, ensuring she can call them to her side no matter the situation. 

v. Rüya dreams of experiencing a love like her parents shared, but terror engulfs her whenever someone comes too close. Independence is her shield, but it’s also her prison, keeping her isolated from the very connection she craves.

[assassinnumber9]

Assassin's Spy x Family Fanfic Masterpost Ver. 1

I wanted to make a list of all of my fanfics for anyone interesting in reading them. They range from tearjerking to fluffy to hot to chaotic. I try to write a bit of everything. This post will be updated through new posts as I write more and more, because as mentioned in my Drag AU post I have a lot of ideas that I've started and/or have planned.

But anyway, here's my list! I appreciate any and all support! It really helps me keep motivated!

Eternity is One Hell of A Long Time

Rating: E for strong language, violence, adult humor, and sexual content (any such content will be sectioned off into their own chapters and marked since the descriptions of the action are not central to the story)

Description: A Demon!Twilight x DemonicAssassin!Yor fic with a mixture of fluff, romance, humor, action, a bit of horror and a whole lot of chaos! This will be my long series I will be working on for TwiYor! I have a few others planned but nothing as long and lore heavy as this one.

Ao3 Summary:

Cool air breezed through his gold locks like wind through a field of tall wheat - so cold his feet and legs began to tingle, left ring finger seemingly being gently squeezed as if a ring was wrapping snug around it. He could almost feel the initial frosty bite of gold first hitting skin, causing him to press his thumb slightly against where a ring would potentially - no, did - lay. The solid mineral shaped perfectly to adhere to the base of the digit - an impeccably suitable fit. … Wait. Twilight lifted his hand to look at it, to be sure it wasn’t true, glancing to ensure his advisor wasn’t watching beforehand. And lo and behold, there it sat. A thick, solid gold band. Is this a wedding ring?

In which, Yor needs a date to a party and somehow manages to summon the strongest demon in hell...and also bind him to her for eternity.

How does one accidentally bind themselves to a demon for eternity?

Pairings: TwiYor, Pairings to be added

Chapters: 1/?

Flowing Now As a Song

Rating: G

Description: A bittersweet fic where Loid Forger visits Kielberg to speak to his mother.

Ao3 Summary:

The train station where he got off was mostly empty, but he assumed it was likely a lot better than what it was. This station was the closest one to where the bombings dropped all those years ago, closest to Kielberg. And if he had learned anything from his years of spying and war and psychiatry, it was that people tended to stay away from tragedy as if it were the plague, whether or not they had personal ties to that tragedy mattered not. It was all the same in the end. A tragedy was a tragedy.

However, it was when people faced those tragedies were they finally able to learn. It was when people faced those tragedies were they finally able to grow.

And for him, it was finally time to face the ones he had pushed away for over two decades.

Thus, the former spy made his way to find a cab, barely managing to push down the violent pressure of emotions boiling in his chest.

He had to talk to her at least once - just one time would be enough - as Loid Forger and no one else.

Pairings: Mentioned TwiYor, Mentioned Yuri x Chloe (Changed from Yuri x Fiona originally)

Chapters: 1/1

Loid Forger is NOT A Cuddler

Rating: T for mild suggestive themes

Description: A fluffy, tooth rotting fic about how Loid Forger is not a cuddler and the reactions from his numerous victims.

Ao3 Summary:

Let the record show that Loid Forger is NOT a cuddler.

But, he's also a liar.

5 times Loid Forger got caught being a cuddler and denied it, and the 1 time he finally admits it.

Pairings: TwiYor

Chapters: 5/6

Obsessions

Rating: E

Description/Ao3 Summary: A series of ficlets of explicit TwiYor scenarios.

Pairings: TwiYor

Chapters: 1/?

What You Do To Me

Rating: E for smut

Description: A smutty fanfic where Loid fails to stop the situation.

Ao3 Summary:

This was bad.

This was fucking bad.

Then, why the hell did it feel so fucking good?

Twilight couldn’t stop. Why couldn’t he stop? He had done things most would call impossible, accomplished missions that had had less than a thousandth of a percent chance of succeeding. So out of all the things he could do in this damned world, why couldn’t he stop this?

Pairings: TwiYor

Chapters: 1/1

You Truly Are My Vice

Rating: E for smut

Description: A smutty sequel to What You Do To Me where Yor is the one to fail to stop the situation.

Ao3 Summary:

What was she thinking?

What the fuck was she thinking?!

She was sleeping with the enemy, right? That’s what she was doing?

Shopkeeper was going to kill her.

If Twilight wasn't going to kill her first.

Pairings: TwiYor

Chapters: 1/1

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Fulsome: Day 22

Fulsome: Adj. 1. complimentary or flattering to an excessive degree. 

of large size or quantity; generous or abundant. 

Ancient. Emet-Selch has rebuffed any attempts to kindle affections between himself and Azem. However, it is becoming slowly apparent the tides are turning. Oh and there's cookies. A lot of cookies. 

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Emet-Selch returned to his shared flat in early evening, the afternoon sun dripping like egg yolk down the facades of the nearby towers. The faint sound of crunching carried from the next room. Inside, Hythlodaeus was savoring something golden and rounded, crinkly and decidedly crunchy. 

"And what do you have there?"

"Some manner of biscuit. They're delightful! Upon the table there." He gestured vaguely toward the window from his spot, reclined on the settee. "Try one, try one, Hades."

Emet-Selch followed his hand and found on the sun-splashed side table an unfurled bundle of sweets, ringed by a colorfully patterned linen cloth. He had smelled the sweet honey flavor, smiled privately at the banded colors of their wrapping. And he had left them upon that very table, to enjoy away from his partner's prying eyes and Azem's smug mouth. 

"How many have you eaten!" Emet-Selch rushed over and folded the bundle shut. 

"Just a few.... dozen. The flavor... I  can't quite place it." 

"It's honey," he said aggravation acting as an underline in each sentence. "From the far reaches. The pollinating insects there feast most readily on a rare type of heather. As such, it may only be harvested for several weeks of the year. And it's currently out of season." He turned to Hythlodaeus, who swallowed with a bit of difficulty at the stare leveled at him. 

"Oh no." Hythlodaeus sat up suddenly, crumbs all about the front of his robes. "Tell me these are not Astrea's gift to you?" 

"It's... fine." Emet-Selch gripped the spare cloth on the bundle tighter. He sighed, his brow lifting, a resigned smile crawling across his face. "Quite good, are they...?"

"They're unlike anything I've tasted before." Hythlodaeus studied him a moment. "What's more, I'm," he chuckled, "taken by surprise that you not only now listen, but have retained her expositions. Forgive my skepticism you would ever accept a token of her affection." 

"Affection...?" 

--- 

"Why are you giving me this?" 

"You prefer these, don’t you?" There was hesitancy in her voice. 

"Yes... However," Emet-Selch followed Azem with his eyes. "I have the creeping feeling you're after something." 

Azem gave him a confused look. "I've been gone for several moons. What could I possibly be scheming?" She paused, then lunged for his hands. "If you're of the mind to refuse my gift--" 

Emet-Selch pulled away, face hot. "No, no. These will do." 

When she had taken her leave, Emet-Selch looked down at the wrapped confections. He admired the woven cloth, its colors likely auspicious in the tradition of whichever tribe had crafted the design. He breathed deeply the scent of honey and wheat, distinctly represented, emanating from within. The wheat was ground by stone, like as not, and coarse. Nutty, hearty and satisfying. 

And the honey. He knew it by scent alone. A honey he had tasted only once before. On a hillside. Upon the tip of a proffered finger. By starlight and under a curtain of indigo. 

And in the cover of dark he had let his heart be revealed. 

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It seemed now as a dream. It was but a mundane errand for which she summoned him, but in her company the simplest things seemed overtaken as though by an intoxicating perfume. It took weeks to finally clear his head of its influence. 

So he thought. 

Hythlodaeus was kicking his feet with glee, crumbs flying about. 

[wilderebellion]

Rewatching Seeds of Conflict

NOTE: I had this in my drafts still while Episode 3 released and I'm bolding some stuff that's REALLY RELEVANT

Deli's greatest weakness and boldest strength is his open heart.

Ariana's making good use of that right now, likely stringing him along for political information about the clans, and guiding him towards unifying the Meat Lands.

Probably to assist Foccacia's political plans based on that insight check? I can't imagine Ariana actually cares about the people of the Meat Lands. One leader to target instead of three, maybe?

I wonder if the Katzens fall out of leadership because Deli realizes he was used, or if it has anything to do with the possible Bulbian agenda. We know Basha Myaso ends up leading and claims to be of the faith.

I know there was a whoopsy with Ariana and Angela, but now my confusion is this: who is the intended one that Matt wants to call "matronly"? Is the age difference why Deli and Ariana are secret, or is it possible conflict of interest because of their political positions?

Also, I can't imagine Amangeaux having been to the Ceresian Senate in Deli's youth is a coincidence. The only context we have around that event, though: it was before Deli's bread mama died, and shortly after Amangeaux's marriage. If the FDA designs events to happen.... I wonder if one or both of them fell under their purview.

The Packages

Colin's package: already in his room on the bed

Karna's: dropped nearby her (while still in disguise?) by someone who tripped, then seemingly ran away

Delissandro's: Left at his bedroom door

Amangeux's: Left at the foot of her bed within her large, queenly suite

Raphaniel's: package on the windowsill within his modest but Bulbian-adorned bedroom

Karna finds "a wrinkled four-inch carrot wrapped in a band of corn silk silver. Not a carrot on its own, for you now make out the knuckles that bend ever so slightly across this withered finger, the ring adorning it displaying a simple stylized kernel, the brand of Ja Cru Dites. The finger of Ja Cru Dites."

Delissandro: "a small box that contains a strange garment. A soft, verdant dress. A negligee of smooth wheat weave trimmed in lace. And as you unfold, a strong perfume fills the air like a sweet caramel and oats. Perfume you smelled not but earlier this afternoon. It has accompanied every letter that Ariana has sent you. It suffuses the pasta twists that fall from her head to her lower back, her teasing notes and promises of grand partnership, should you be a good, ambitious boy in your mind."

It's weirdly intimate that they nabbed some of Ariana's lingerie when she hasn't slept with Deli yet. So is she banging someone else on the side, or is she like, in on this whole thing? Did she recommend/recruit Deli specifically?

Karna observes the cloak has deep brown and gray patchwork texture to it, elements having almost a yellowish-tan coloration as well, like a calico. On the face, a reflective mask possibly made of some sort of odd vegetable iron that has been rusted to the point where there's kind of a deep brownish-red coloration to it.

5, 10, 15 figures in dark browns, also dull tans and golds and grays and blacks. These calico cloaks and robes, these strange shiny masks on their faces."

The Architects

Some of their spiel reminds me of that other group of Bulbians that were mentioned but I don't THIIINK we ever saw them on-screen in A Crown of Candy? Sanctis Putris?

"Shadow of destruction looms over all of the six kingdoms.."

"our forefathers united under a common cause"

"we deign the necessary conflicts that serve our cause and engineer their doing."

"As Architects, we seek no prestige. We seek no gilded praise, coin, or glory."

"Away from the true terrors and threats that most do but choose not to see, and build a bright, sustainable future."

Interesting... Deli described himself as an architect earlier to Ariana

[hunty627]

Here are more episode titles for Little Einsteins: New Missions.

Girl’s night out. June and Annie have been invited to have girls night with Ellen & her pink rocket ship, Rockette.

A pachyderm predicament! Rajiv the royal engine called our heroes and told them that Big Jet and his gang are in India. They transformed into construction vehicles and were going to pave over the home of the elephants! Ashima was worried about Trusty Trunky, and Leo was concerned about his friend, Little Elephant. Will nature win against Big Jet? Only time will tell.

Rocket rock stars! The Little Einsteins try out being a rock and roll band from a strange vision that I had when I was younger.

The lonely ladybug. The team was playing a video game when suddenly I saw something in the kitchen. It was a ladybug. And she looked lonely. She had gotten separated from all 11 of her friends. She needed to find her friends so she can join the ladybug picnic and eat apple leaf mold. Can the team help ladybug get to the picnic before it’s too late? Find out soon.

The knights of sing a lot! The Little Einsteins were attending a medieval fair, when Big Jet appeared and had teamed up with the very same dragon from the “go team” story! And they kidnapped Princess Bassoon! The Good Knight said the team can become knights and rescue the princess. But can they do in time? Featuring the art “Wheat Field with Cypresses” by Vincent van Gogh and the music “Wedding March” by Felix Mendelssohn.

The sensational sextet. Dorie and her friends and I want to be a band. But when we got our instruments out and onto the bandstand, Red Hawk and Yellow Rat flew in and took the instruments! Can we bring them back so we can make music for all our friends?

Reanne’s recital. Reanne was going to ballet dance with June and me, as well as the blue footed booby birds, Ducky the duckling and Saturn’s ring. But there was a problem. Reanne had lost her ballet flats. They blew away in a windstorm! Can we get her ballet shoes back in time for the dance recital?

Little Einsteins little league. The team is very excited to play little league baseball. But when they were training, Mindy accidentally hit the ball too far. And that was her favorite beanball. It was gifted to her when she and her friends learned how to play baseball. Can they get it back in time for the little league game at school? Only time will tell.

Happy hatch day, Baby Piccolodactyl! We were playing hopscotch outside the Rocket room, when we saw one of the instruments dinosaurs stop by. It was Bassosaurus Rex. He wanted to ask if one of us could spare a cup of sugar. He said was baking a big batch of dinosaur sized cupcakes for baby Piccolodactyl for his birthday. We volunteered to help B-Rex bake the cupcakes. He also said if we had any rainbow sprinkles, that would be great too. And make them as big as houses. Can we make the cupcakes in time for the party?

Rocket and the rainbow coral reef. Rocket was visiting his friend, Little Whale at the seashore. Little whale was telling him about the rainbow coral reef. But Big Jet and his crew were plotting to destroy the rainbow coral reef and make a new underwater base! Can they save the reef? Only time will tell.

A Little Einsteins Thanksgiving. It was Thanksgiving, and the Little Einsteins were having a big thanksgiving feast in the Rocket room with their friends and families. But Big Jet had stolen all the food! Such as the clam stuffing, the cheesy string beans, the banana cream pie and even the mashed potatoes! Can they get all the food back before Big Jet eats them all up? Find out next time!

Captain Leo sails to Neverland! The Little Einsteins were playing pirates again. And we met up with Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. They said that they had some terrible news. Big Jet has made an alliance with Captain Hook and they have kidnapped Jake, Izzy, Cubby, and Skully! And worse of all, that made Bucky the ship get stuck on a sandbar, so he can’t sail for home! Can they rescue Jake and his pirate crew? Only time will tell. Featuring the art "Under the Wave of Kanagawa" by Katsushika Hokusai and the music “Carmen suite number 1” by Georges Bizet.

Hunter goes cuckoo! The Little Einsteins were visiting cuckoo waypoint and were very excited. Cuckoo bird was about to have chicks. She had 3 eggs in her clock nest. But Big Jet stole the eggs! He was gonna cook the eggs and eat them! Cuckoo bird was very upset. Her eggs didn’t even hatch yet. Will the team rescue the cuckoo bird’s eggs before Big Jet hard boils them? Only time will tell. Featuring the art “German folk art” and the music “1812 overture” by Peter Illich Tchaikovsky.

[yansenen]

In a love as enduring as the ancient wheat fields, they exchanged rings of 18K gold. Their bond, like the wheat's cycle of growth and harvest, stood the test of time. From Cleopatra and Mark Antony to Juliet and Romeo, their love echoed through history.

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[glowreusbling]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Sterling silver Abalone Shell Oval Ring.

[thinkko]

Whole Wheat Banana Cake

Wheat Jaggery Cake🍰 banane ke liye:

1️⃣ 1 cup gehu ka aata, 1/4 cup makhana powder, 1 tsp baking powder, 1/2 tsp baking soda, aur namak ko mix kar le.

2️⃣ 2 mashed bananas, 1/2 cup jaggery, 1/2 cup milk, aur 1/4 cup oil ko mila kar ache se mix kar le. Dry & wet ingredients ko achese mila le.

3️⃣ Cake pan ko ghee se grease karke 180°C (350°F) par 30-35 minutes tak ya jab tak toothpick saaf nikalne tak, bake kare.

Oven nahi hai? Chinta na kare! Pressure Cooker Method🔥:

1️⃣ Cooker ke dhakan (rubber ring) aur seeti (whistle) ko nikal de.

2️⃣ Ek steel stand ya purani flat base plate, cooker ke andar rakh de. Ye cake ko cooker ke base se direct contact hone se prevent karega.

3️⃣ Cooker ke dhakan ko band karke, dhimi aanch par 10-minutes tak preheat kare.

Cake batter ko cake mold mein daal kar cooker ko gasket ya seeti ke bina band kare. Cake lagbhag 40-50 minutes mein taiyar ho jayega. 30-minutes ke baad toothpick se check kare.

Taiyar cake ko 3 din tak fridge mein band container mein store kare.

[metalicious-jewelry]

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[varshinimusic123]

Stalk Of Wheat They Might Be Giants cover

In this video, I'm covering the Stalk of Wheat by They Might Be Giants. This cover is one of the most popular songs by the band and is sure to get you in the mood for a fun night out! If you're a fan of They Might Be Giants, then you'll love this cover of the Stalk of Wheat. This classic song will get you in the mood for a night out on the town! From the music to the video, this cover is sure to entertain you! #StalkOfWheat #TheyMightBeGiants #cover LIKE | SHARE | SUBSCRIBE | RING THE BELL 🎵***************RELATED VIDEOS***************🎵 Music Covers:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DT3f15qeAs&list=PLBKZEv1RVHbrqvurOpM1YT3qR47O_HYnG Acoustic Covers:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p722CXyMNYI&list=PLBKZEv1RVHbrzg0cGODD3PxZLq_xNSAbW Guitar Covers:https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBKZEv1RVHboWDxnHOJB8u8kaXFn9XLf9 🌏**********SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNTS**********🌏 ✅ Instagram:Varshini Vijayakumar https://www.instagram.com/varshinivijayakumar123/ ✅ Facebook: Varshini Vijayakumar https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100063549962286 ✅  Twitter: Varshini Vijayakumar https://twitter.com/Varshini_123

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Battle of the Fear Bands!

B4R2: The Extinction

In the Year 2525:

“An unnerving description of how our humanity gradually erodes over the next several centuries”

London Calling:

“The song is all about the world tearing itself apart through war, famine, and disasters. The sound intensity lends itself to a feeling of danger. At the end of the song, there is a repeating "SOS" (the international distress signal) in Morse code, implying an outgoing call for help at the end of the world.”

Lyrics below the line!

In the Year 2525:

In the year 2525, if man is still alive If woman can survive, they may find In the year 3535 Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie Everything you think, do and say Is in the pill you took today In the year 4545 You ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes You won't find a thing to chew Nobody's gonna look at you In the year 5555 Your arms hangin' limp at your sides Your legs got nothin' to do Some machine's doin' that for you In the year 6565 You won't need no husband, won't need no wife You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too From the bottom of a long glass tube

In the year 7510 If God's a coming, He oughta make it by then Maybe He'll look around Himself and say Guess it's time for the judgment day In the year 8510 God is gonna shake His mighty head He'll either say I'm pleased where man has been Or tear it down, and start again

In the year 9595 I'm kinda wonderin' if man is gonna be alive He's taken everything this old earth can give And he ain't put back nothing

Now it's been ten thousand years Man has cried a billion tears For what, he never knew, now man's reign is through But through eternal night, the twinkling of starlight So very far away, maybe it's only yesterday

In the year 2525, if man is still alive If woman can survive, they may find

London Calling:

London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared, and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come outta the cupboard, ya boys and girls

London calling, now don't look to us Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing Except for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growin' thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drownin', and I live by the river

(London calling) to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holdin' out and draw another breath

London calling, and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking, I saw you noddin' out London calling, see we ain't got no Hyde 'Cept for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river

The ice age is coming, the sun's zoomin' in Engines stop running, the wheat is growin' thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear 'Cause London is drowning, an' I, I live by the river

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Now get this

(London calling) Yes, I was there, too And ya know what they said? Well, some of it was true (London calling) At the top of the dial And after all this, won't you give me a smile? (London calling)

I never felt so much alike, alike, alike

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Vittorio hums guiding him through the castle, "Pardon my curiosity miss, but is there a reason why you don't wear your wedding band? I know your husband said you two are married, but I never see either of you wearing rings." - Vittorio @ Haru medieval

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── MEDIEVAL VERSE

The halls were eerily silent as the two of them made their way from Vittorio's vast collection of books, that was until the nobleman spoke and ripped Haru out of his thoughts; bringing him back into the castle walls. His dark gaze flicked over to their newest patron and scanned across his brocade and velvet attire, such fine fabrics he had never seen before... much thicker than the silks and Kalamkari. He imagined what it would have been like for Tarhos to wear such comfortable clothing during the winter months, he was sure it would have been much better than the thin cotton and easily chilled linens. It would have been put to good use, rather than just a fashion statement... Still, his brow quirked at the sudden inquiry,

"That is the law of your lands, anyone of low birth is not permitted to have jewels...or anything that might make them appear equal to or above men like you." His tone held no venom when he spoke, simply a remark on the situation, "That being said... We were never able to wear jewelry or rings...I would often braid rings of wheat or flower stems for us, he could wear it under his gloves and I could pretend it was just some...silly thing." His voice trailed off as they continued their trek through the castle, "I do not know if he knows but I... took his blade and made it permanent, for he who holds my heart." The maiden glanced to Vittorio with a calculating squint, measuring how much he could truly trust him until he finally lifted his hand to show the small hairthin ring around his finger.

"While I cannot wear jewels or a band for him, there are other ways...deeper ways, many of which I'm sure the married rich would never understand. I'm not sure any of them truly know what it means to love something - or someone - so deeply that upon losing it you would lose yourself as well." A beat of silence as he brought his hand close to his chest, "I only want this journey to be safe for him, my lord... You seem kind, and only wish for protection... Please don't let him be snuffed out when he's only just beginning to learn how to be a human again. When we both are."

[gigikthings]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Gold wheat Cup & Saucer.