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[thewapolls]

The WILD ARMS Hero Tourney:

FIRST DIVISION - Match 8 of 8

[jake-g-lockley]

Heyyy would you please do prompt 2 and (or) 9 with din? <3

Twisted Vows (Din Djarin x reader) 

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Prompt: head or shoulder massages, lover’s sick habit ie being too stubborn to let someone else help

A/N: Thanks for the ask lovely!!! DIN SICK FIC!! Please, this tin can is so stubborn, I bet he’s a real hard headed dummy when he is sick. But, ofc we love our Din &lt;3

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Din taking off the helmet, the creed being a real bitch to real life things like sickness, vomiting. 

Word count: 1.6 k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your eyes sparkled as you looked at the fruits before you, smiling at the shopkeeper. Your Din loved fruits but he never asked for them, he never asked for anything. Before he met you, he would often go days without eating, hopping around from planet to planet in a wild nomadic frenzy. Things only got worse when Grogu made his appearance, Din ate sparingly and gave most of his food to his baby. You loved cooking food, and you loved it when you had someone to feed. 

When you appeared, you gave Din the chance to love food again, to slowly grow into the shell he hunched in after becoming a Mandalorian. He always had shown you his grumpy exterior but you clearly knew about his soft interior. You’d only see his soft side whenever he would take care of his son and more recently, when he would take care of you.

Once you were happy with your groceries you made your slow walk back to your hut, picking some flowers along the way for your flower vase. You opened the ramp to the Crest and were about to slip your shoes off and placed them beside Din’s chunky boots when a peculiar sight caught your eyes.

Your partner’s helmet somehow had grown a pair of green arms and was waddling towards your direction, a spoon in one green claw. You smiled down at your little green monster, wondering where Din might be if his helmet was walking around the house. 

Your answer came almost immediately when you heard loud footsteps followed by a gruff “COVER YOUR EYES!”

You squeezed your eyes shut and heard Grogu giggling as he ran away from his dad. 

“Hey Din! Catch!” you unfurled your scarf and threw it blindly. 

“You can open your eyes now.” you opened one eye to see the big burly man in lounge clothes with your scarf around his face. 

You set your groceries aside and scooped up the thieving babbling toddler, pulling Din’s helmet off to reveal Grogu’s cute face, a loud sigh coming from the man before you . 

“Baby, what did we say about taking your Papa’s helmet?” you gently chastise, kissing his forehead gently as Din stomped towards you, stretching his arms out for his helmet. As Din got closer, you realised something was wrong. He was breathing weirdly, not his usual controlled breathing and his back was hunched slightly. He turned and gagged into his elbow, followed by a weak cough.

“Oh Din, are you okay?” you worriedly questioned, stretching your free arm out to feel his exposed neck but Din stepped back.

You narrowed your eyes at him and Din’s eyes widened under the scarf. 

You whispered “do the thing” into Grogu’s ear and he immediately raised his hand, causing Din to lurch forward and collide with you. 

“Not fair.” Din mumbled in defeat as you touched his neck.

“Din, you’re running a fever, that's it, back to bed or I’m hiding your helmet.” you say sternly.

“Fine, can I have my helmet back first?” he mumbled under the scarf and you nodded, shutting your eyes again as he removed the scarf from his face, dropping it onto his son’s face.

You opened your eyes as soon as you heard the hiss of his helmet and Grogu squealing under the scarf. You tutted angrily at the both of them as Din hung his head.

“Stop having beef with your own child, tin can.” you scolded the overgrown child in front of you, pulling the scarf off Grogu’s head. “Go to your room, I’ll come back with some stuff for you.”

You stared into his visor as you kissed the top of Grogu’s head again. The Mandalorian sauntered off, not before mumbling something under his breath. You smiled as you caught the last bit of his sentence.

“I’m the one who is sick but he gets all the kisses.”

You shook your head and bent down to place Grogu in his bassinet before taking your groceries to the tiny kitchen. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Din tried to lay back and forget how his body was hurting all over. He groaned as he clutched his tummy, quickly slipping his helmet on before running out of his room. You watch worriedly as Din dashes past you and makes a beeline to the refresher.

You hear him emptying the contents of his stomach and your heart ached at the small whimper that accompanied the retching when there was nothing left for him to throw up. 

“Din, sweetheart?” you called as you stood outside the refresher. “You have your helmet on?” 

A small grunt of confirmation makes you throw the door open and you drop to your knees beside the Mandalorian who was now curled against the metal wall. Behind all of his pain, Din’s heart swelled with your respect towards his creed. He wanted to tell you what plagued his head and heart but all he could do was gag.

“Oh Din, maybe I should just leave, I-i don’t know what to do, I can’t help you if you don’t have your helmet off.” you say, your eyes brimming with tears. 

“I don’t know what to do either.” he whispered.

You laid down on the cold floor and curled up, facing Din, taking his hand in yours, an idea sparking in your mind. 

“Shall I suggest something really stupid then?” you say as Din’s mind calmed slightly at your touch. 

He grunted and you took a deep breath. 

“Marry me.” you whisper and through the fog of pure sickness, Din Djarin stares at you as if you were the craziest woman in the galaxy. 

“What?”

“You heard me. Marry me, then I can take care of you.” you say, placing a hand on his helmet, where his cheek would be. 

“You’re crazy.”

“And you’re sick.”

“Fuck.” Din had so much to argue about marrying him. 

He definitely was not a match for you, no matter how much his heart yearned for you, no matter how badly he wanted all of you to be his. 

“Din, I swear on my name and the names of the Ancestors, that I should walk the way of our love and the words that my heart sings shall be forever forged between us.” you say clearly, twisting the words of the creed that Din had used before dipping himself in the Living Waters. “You better agree before you throw up in that helmet, Djarin.”

Din slowly sits up and takes your hands, placing it under his helmet and letting you push it off to reveal his face. You stared in shock, not realising that he would be this pretty, despite being sick as a dog.

“Heya, husband.” you whisper as you run a finger down his nose, watching as his eyes flutter close. 

Din swallows and blinks, focusing on your face. Your fingers trace his lips, the ones you’ve had on you before in frantic times when you and Din’s desperations tipped over and the both of you lost control. 

“Your husband is gonna throw up all over you if you don’t move.” he croaked out and you shifted as Din bent over the bowl and retched. 

You rubbed the small of his back and whispered softly to him as he coaxed his stomach to relax. It took you a while to get the dizzy Din to get up from the refresher floor and lead him to his room. You pushed him down and handed him a pill that would calm his tummy, before slowly feeding him fruit that you had cut up for him.

Din could not express anything he was feeling, and he just accepted your unrequited love that you shoved at him. His eyes were downcasted after a while and you realised that he might not be used to someone seeing his face this long.

“Just yell for me if you need anything.” you said before standing to get up, but Din yanked you down despite being the weakest you’ve ever seen him.

“C-could you stay a while?” he whispered, his thumb gently tracing your wrist. 

You smiled and pushed his curls away from his forehead, making his eyes flutter close. 

“Of course.” you assured with a smile.

Din twitched awkwardly and you eyed him, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Is something hurting?” 

“Nah.” he croaked out after a long pause.

“You can’t lie to me, I’m your-”

“Wife, yea got it.” he huffed  and scowled, making you giggle. “My head and neck are a little uncomfortable.”

You nod knowingly. 

“Can you turn over?” you ask and Din hesitated before shaking his head.

You thought his stomach was still making him uncomfortable but in reality, Din just wanted to look at your face. 

You sat on the bed and crossed your legs, laying his head onto your legs. He looked up at you with big eyes, and you skimmed your knuckles across his warm skin. 

You begin with his temples slowly kneading them with your fingers until a soft sigh escapes his lips. 

“A little h-higher?” 

“Of course, love.” 

Din loved it when you called him that. He was your love, your only love, maybe second to Grogu, but he was yours. That reminded him…

“When I get better, I’ll tell you the proper vows.” he whispered, and you blink down at him before realising what he was talking about.

“Oh-”

“Yea, we’re definitely breaking the creed here, but I don’t care. I-i’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time…” he said before taking a deep breath.

“Shh, I know.” you whispered, placing a finger on his lips. 

Din couldn’t help but smile. Despite knowing that you knew, he wanted to hear himself say it.

“I love you, my riduur.” he says as his eyes became heavier by the way you were gently pushing all of his pain away.

“I love you too, Din Djarin.” you whispered as he drifted off to sleep, placing a lingering kiss onto his forehead and smiling down at him. 

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Please can I request a little blurb with Prince Hal and "touch her and you die" 😻😻😻

Thank you!

Why hello there! Thanks, I got a manicure and went to a bookshop and ate Italian food so it was great! And here is the blurb!

Rain Within Doors (Prince Hal x fem! Reader)

Summary: When the king falls ill, your betrothed, Prince Hal, returns.

Word Count: 1923

Warnings: some sexual harassment but the a-hole is saved in time, I try to keep it close to Shakespeare. Angst and fluff. I stole a line from Game of Thrones because it fit (the Shakespeare histories WERE kind of the Game of Thrones of their time minus the dragons and excessive exploitation of women)

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You waited anxiously and eagerly for your dear betrothed. He needed to hurry here. Things had all turned for the worse. 

Poor King Henry the Fourth was one minute at a table with all of you The Lord of Westmoreland arrived delivering the news of success in battle against Hotspur’s followers attempting to usurp the king. Everyone gasped. The lords who allied with Henry the Fourth were there- the Lord of Harcourt, Sir John Blunt, and others, all drooped their shoulders in relief. You, the younger two princes Thomas and Humphrey, The Lord of Warwick, and the King all smiled. The king shakily rose to praise Westmoreland

…then suddenly he began wheezing and fainted. 

Everyone gasped. Humphrey and Warwick met them on the grounds to give aid to the old king. Little Thomas cried for his father and you put him, your soon-to-be brother-in-law, in a hug, rubbing his back. 

“It’s all right, you know these fits happen often,” Warwick assumed, ever the voice of peace.

As the king came to, he was supported up. You were among the party to help settle him into bed. He asked the crown be placed on the pillow next to him with a raspy voice. And for musicians to play in the next room. Everyone complied.

You knew your betrothed had business in London. Even if it was in a bad place, he assured you it was nothing involving anything criminal (or whores) and that he would be back. The second eldest, Thomas, was dealing with the rebels with forces of his own and was on his way back.

“My lord, let me sit with you, so you need not be alone,” you offered, gathering a chair.

You had been sent here to marry the notorious Prince of Wales. Though you were nervous in this new castle, King Henry the Fourth was gentle with you. He welcomed you with a smile and open arms. The man who already considered you a daughter-in-law in his heart and the other princes saw you as a sister. He would let you dine with him and even play a little dice game with the family, smiling at you. Warmth on the face of the aged Bolingbroke- the lord who, long ago,  won the favor of the people so much it broke him out of exile and then thrust him into the role of king unexpectedly. Once Henry Bolingbroke, christened Henry the Fourth, wore shining golden armor as he rode on a horse. Paraded through the city as people threw flower petals at him.

Now how…weak he was! A shell of himself! Hardly the proud golden king anymore!

He reached out for your hand and you accepted it.

“Why-dear lady, I thank you. To think a pearl may be thrown to swine… to think my Harry should of all men be your husband…” he wheezed.  

“My lord, you must know- your eldest son has not….treated me poorly.” 

You didn’t know him well- the beautiful, fiery, mischievous, wild prince Henry- or Harry as called by his friends or family. Or Hal as those thieves and whores so affectionately called him.

This was to be a marriage for alliance and station, not of affection. When you arrived, you expected a frivolous, drinking, philandering Baccus. But Hal…. he was kind to you. He always smiled at you and called you sweet names. He was rumored to spend time studying in libraries more than drinking. One time, he found a romantic poem, copied it on paper, and gave it to you as a lover’s token. It touched you- who knew how he would fare as king but you felt he would make at least a decent husband!

“Just rest my lord, please,” you asked. The king indeed settled.

You walked out to the hallway to face the others. They peeked in and soon saw his eyes were closed, but he was breathing. The musicians in the next room played such calm, nearly dreamlike melodies compared to the anxiety storming inside of your being. 

Soon enough, the king settled into a deep sleep. You smiled a little- poor Henry the Fourth was a notorious insomniac, wandering the castle in the late hours from his racing worries. That should give him some relief and help with his sickness. 

But to think…here you were about to watch that old man die. Die before you could officially call him family.  

A couple of tears fell, and you walked out to the hallway staring out. It was a cold, bitter day. The winter chill stinging the glass window when you touched it.

But there was a sound- hooves.

When you leaned closer to the window, you let out a gasp. 

Hal was here in a long, beautiful black and red cape on a beautiful black horse as if he were about to rescue a damsel. And behind him a couple of others. You covered your mouth but felt a smile on your lips.

Picking up your skirts, you hurried down to the others in the outer hall. Warwick was hushing the two boys from talking too loud, to watch over the king in his sleep. 

“Humphrey! Thomas! He’s back!” you whispered.

“Who?” replied Thomas. 

They turned and then heard Hal’s voice asking for him. You and the others hurried there.

In the torch-lit hallway, your eyes feasted on Hal. The most beautiful man you had ever seen with the most deliciously fitted black velvet doublet, swooping off his cape with a gallantry that made your insides tingle.

He turned and went to you first.

“How now, My most fair lady?”

“Oh, much worried but cheered by your return, my lord,” you replied.

Hal’s eyes softened at you, then he looked at his crying brothers- Humphrey and Thomas.

“What- all of this rain in of door when it should be out of doors? How is the king?” Hal asked.

“ Exceeding ill” explained Humphrey sadly.

“Please be quiet, His grace is asleep,” warned the Lord of Warwick. 

Hal requested to see his father, and the lord of Warwick led him to the bed.

Everyone hushed and walked out to the other room, keeping quiet to give the king as much rest as he needed. Everyone worried. It was all so much- you needed some space.

With your heart calming, you went to one hallway, hugging yourself to look at how the moon shone over the winter evening through the windows. 

The Lord Harcourt went up to you. An older man with sharp cheekbones and a sharp chin, a pale face, and dark eyes. You only knew him as an ally and advisor to the king.  As you stood alone, staring out the window.

“Good evening, Lady Y/N.” he greeted.

“Good evening, my lord,” you replied. 

“You do look rather lovely tonight in the moonlight,” he complimented.

Already you felt uneasy. Alone with him, when all the others were fretting over the king. You began to take a step to return.

“You…you flatter me, my lord, thank you.”

Right as you turned, the lord reached an arm from his rich, velvet clothes and grabbed you.

“It seems a shame for such a fine lady to be wasted upon riotous Harry. I should have had you for my wife instead.”

“My lord, then wait until the king awakens and discuss it with him and announce you will-will-will court me openly like a gentleman,” you blubbered out, though you were starting to get scared.

He tried to sweetly, seductively brush your cheek but you had enough and swatted it away.

“Oh! The lady is a bit too cold, methinks.”

“And a lady is treated with respect, sir! My lord, please let me go.  I must attend on his majesty.”

“Your drunken oaf of an intended is waiting on him, who is going to stop!”

“But you are a fool! Please, let me leave!”

He backed you up until you were in a corner. Your heart pounded hard.

“Please- my lord, I swear, do not do anything that might insult my honor! I don’t want to-Please!” you cried.

“Then be not so fair and tempt a man to sin! And you have tempted me long enough. The one crown Prince Hal is deserving of is the Cuckhold’s horns.”

“Please, my lord- let me go!” you begged. 

To your horror, you felt a thin, clawlike hand reach for your leg under your skirt, then up, trying to lower your bodice to show your breasts. You squirmed, but one arm held you back.

“No, my lady. I want a see what I could be enjoying on our wedding night.”

He placed a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Tears welled up in you. 

With a free hand, though it shook, you slapped him hard. 

His hand dropped. He was shocked you were going to fight back. You tried to flee when he grabbed you back, ready to drag you off and force you to strip or do more when-

“Release yourself from the Princess of Wales right now!” threatened your intended.

Hal hurried in and grabbed the lord. He then took out his dagger, pointing it to your attacker’s chest. You jumped off and went behind Hal.

“What- my lord!” the lord was shocked that dishonorable, silly Prince Hal was capable of this. Then he scoffed. 

“She is not yet your wife-” he argued. 

“She is your princess and soon- your queen!” Hal reminded him.

The Lord of Harcourt pointed to where you stood and backed away behind Hal.

“She’s-she was trying to seduce me! The Lady is nothing but a common strumpet”

Hal punched him in the face. You let out a gasp. The Lord nursed his cheek. But Hal kept his dagger up at him. You heard footsteps and murmurs as the others went into the room. The younger Lancaster brothers staying by you loyally. The lords turned pale and slack-jawed.

“You are not welcome in this court until after our marriage. And then you will have to beg to be let in. And If you ever lay a hand on that sweet lady again, it will be the last time you have hands!” Hal barked at him.

The Lord of Harcourt shook and then relented, bowing his head. 

“Now, flee. Before I decide to persuade my father to behead you when he awakes.”

The lord fled into the shadows, a few attendants seeing him out. The others asked after you, but it was Hal who boldly embraced you. It was quite intimate for court protocol, but when had Hal ever done what everyone expected?

 “He-He frightened me.” you choked out.

“You need not be frightened, my lady, you’ll be safe. Did he hurt you? Do anything?” Hal questioned.

“He groped my leg, and tried to take my dress off, but no more. You caught him before more could be done. I-I -I promise you, Hal, I never intended to seduce him in any way! Do you believe me?”

Hal clasped your hands in his.

“Why would I not believe my dearest lady?” Hal replied.

Full of emotion, you leaned down and kissed them. Hal’s mouth opened a little and he smiled at you. He cupped your cheek sweetly. 

The party returned to wait on the king. You saw Hal was pale, but you kept your hand clasped in his as you walked back.

For as uncertain as this time was, no matter what the next day or hour could bring, you had each other and could endure it side by side.

[catyo90]

Fighting Fate: Chapter 3

Ch.2

(This one is a bit shorter as I am sick, but I still wanted to at least get something out for you guys.)

Ganondorf awoke to the bright sun above him, luckily the trees around the oasis had blocked most of it, and he felt one of the sand seals licking him awake. He nudged the beast away before bringing a hand to his head, he struggled with nightmares for many nights after his true purpose was shown to him. The voice of Demise echoed through his mind for a moment before realizing he had fallen asleep outside, though not uncommon for him he hadn’t planned it. Even more unplanned when he looked beside him to see Zelda had fallen asleep on the rug slightly cuddled against his arm which he hadn’t realized until now.

Looking down at the sleeping form of her beside him made him realize how small she was, her short hair making a somewhat halo around her face as she breathed steadily. Suddenly the vile voice of Demise echoed in his mind.

“The stone...” The voice was as cold as the Hebra mountains, Ganondorf eyed the sacred stone on her necklace and realized what the voice wished of him. His eyes grew wide as he reached with his other hand toward it, feeling a small humming coming from it clearly filled to the brim with power. It may not be the Queens stone, but perhaps it would be enough power...enough to quench his lust for this never-ending want of power. Her sudden movement made him halt as she breathed out lightly clinging to his arm a bit more making him pause in his action. He sighed as he moved his hand away from where the necklace lay.

 It was not the right time...after all, he still needed to learn a way to end this vicious cycle of rebirth. Until then he would have to wait. His thoughts wandered to the still very probable way this whole marriage was simply a trick.

He eyed her form once more and noticed her hair was slightly disheveled now, he brought his hand to move the bits of hair away from her face. Her face reminded him once more of when he was younger.

-

10 years ago

He looked over the wide vast grasslands of Hyrule seeing the many wild horses surrounding the plains. He stood over the hill looking down to see Sonia, Princess to the Hyrulian family kneeling next to him picking at the flowers, carefully collecting them for her studies in the medical field that she was most prominent.

He had been tasked with guarding her while his elders spoke with her father about the lack of trust in the trades between his people and hers. He hated the idea of her father, he was a simple-minded man who only focused on the prospect of his kingdom. If his people sent word of any hylians attacks or raids on their people, he simply coughed it up to bandits and thieves that would be dealt with appropriately... though he never did.

He shook the thought from his mind when he suddenly felt a light touch on his arm seeing Sonia standing next to him where he saw she had placed the basket of herbs on the ground. He couldn’t help but laugh as she gestured to pick her up. He placed her on his shoulder keeping an arm on her legs for support to keep her from falling backwards.

“The sky is a lovely shade this evening. I only wish it was a bit cooler, this summer air always makes me feel exhausted.”

“Could be worse...you could be harvesting hydro melons in the desert. Believe me, it is no easy task. Though you would probably eat them before anyone else could.” he chuckled as she gave him a slightly unamused look. But soon she gave a smirk in return.

“Don’t forget how you get when you get your hands on any meat...my goodness you scarf it down like a horse to an apple.”

He gave a slight groan as he listened to her laugh at the look on his face. He looked up at her, her beauty was almost too much for him, her short golden hair covering her face like a goddess, the white hylians dress she wore along with the small crown upon her brow with it a few accessories from each kingdom, from the Zora, a belt of gold accompanied by blue stones, from the Gorons a red gem on a ring that he could feel the warmth from even though it was faint, from the Rito a feathered pair of anklets. He remembered the gift he had brought for her which he smiled at as he noticed the earring on her lift ear, it was a yellow gem and with it an etched-in symbol that he himself gave to her only a few days prior. As he looked at her he wondered....was he worthy enough for her...the way she made him feel was a feeling he had never felt with the other Vai of his homeland.

She looked down at him...

“Gan...”

“Hmm...”

“I’m glad you are here... it's been far too long since you last visited...after all, I always enjoy your company.”

She looked down at him, he was probably the tallest and strongest man she ever knew. But she knew there was always something troubling him, he wouldn’t say and whenever she asked...he simply said he was fine. Clearly, a lie, but she would not push the subject any further than he wished. She leaned over and laid her head against his as she smiled to herself watching as the sun set.

“Promise me you will visit more often...”

He was about to object but soon hearing her humming to herself, he simply smiled to himself as they both overlooked the sun setting over the two of them.

-

The memory saddened him a bit as he realized how long time had passed and how much she had changed since their time together. He looked down at Zelda and realized he should probably wake her up before she did herself and possibly get the wrong idea.

He brought his hand to her shoulder and gently nudged her as he called her name. A bit surprising when he couldn’t wake her up. Then again this did give him a fairly funny idea. He smiled as he whistled to his seal that moved toward her and smiled as it brought its large tongue across her cheek making her wake up immediately as she shot up still clinging to his arm as the seal continued to lick at her face.

“Ah, goodness. Is it morning? Oh my, I suppose I should have...Uhhh.” She looked at her arms which were still slightly wrapped around his arm making her move from him just a tad with a much-embarrassed look on her face.

“I must apologize. I hadn’t realized...”

“It’s alright. You must have been cold during the night. Though I suppose if you truly needed to stay warm...there were many other ways that could have happened.”

“That would be quite too...vulgar for me Ganondorf. “

He had a smirk on his face as he brought his face a bit closer to hers, that was until his seal jumped out from the sand landing square on him causing him to hit the ground hard as Zelda looked down to just smile smugly at him as she spoke.

“I see Blubber and Flipper were quite fed up with you messing with me...”

He scoffed as he moved the seal off his back before causing the seal to roll down the hill as the other followed suit. 

“Far from it...they simply are in a playful mood.”

She smiled as he stood up and brushed the sand off of his clothes offering a hand to her to help her up.

“Come, we should return.”

Suddenly a pain came to his mind as he brought his hand away from her to his head hearing the voice once again this time is was clinging at him, the voice was louder this time he kneeled down from the pain. Zelda was a bit shocked but became worried when he groaned in pain.

“Ganondorf...are you alright?” 

“It’s nothing.”

“Clearly its not. Look...at least let me try something. I promise...it wont hurt.”

He merely watched as she walked up behind him placing both hand on the side of his head gingerly letting him lean his head back as he felt a small hum from her hands as small gold particles moved around her hands. The voice actually did disappear , much to his pleasure as he sighed a small relief. He let out a small sigh as the gentle touch from her was quite welcome but the sight above him made him wonder for a moment on a thought that plagued his mind ever since he first saw her.

“Zelda...an issue has been on my mind for awhile... please answer honestly.”

“Hmm.” She gave him a puzzled look as he took a hand to her wrist looking up at her with those very vibrant golden eyes. 

“I have known the royal family for some time...” He said as he move his head away from her hands still holding her wrist in his hand but this time kneeling before her matching her gaze.

“Sonia had no siblings and Rauru only has his sister who dedicates herself to lore and study. Sonia’s family is thin and you are clearly too young to be related directly. And anyone with any intelligence in them would know all too well that “distant relative” act. So...how are you related to her?”

[voidwerks]

Homestar Runner Dream

I'm writing this down because it was wild and I felt like I watched a true short or holiday toon. Scene opens with Strong Bad, Strong Mad, and the Cheat browsing goods in a refrigerator box being sold by a 'black market dealer' (which was just Coach Z in a yellow jacket, afro, and Groucho Marx disguise). It's a few days before Halloween, and Strong Mad sees a heart-shaped flower pot he wants to use as his candy bucket. Strong Bad complains, but when Strong Mad starts yelling he gives in and pays the 'dealer' with an old magazine. As he does, Strong Mad picks up the pot which immediately crumbles in his hand, and the scene fades as the dealer commenting "Thems the breaks!", him and Strong Bad laughing, and Strong Mad upset.

Next scene goes right into Strong Bad breaking into Marzipan's house in the dead of night. Strong Mad won't give up on the pot, so Strong Bad figures he can just make his own with his excellent craftymanship, but needs supplies to do it. So he breaks in, catches her off guard, and hogties her. Then the scene becomes a sped-up montage of Strong Bad working through the night ransacking the place to produce....a cardboard box with an expired bag of Valentines-themed Fluffy Puffs taped to the side. Which even Strong Mad can figure out. So the scene skips again, dead of night again, now in a Lowes garden center. Strong Bad has broken in to find something 'heart shaped' to shut up Strong Mad, but oddly enough, I've broken in right behind him along with Strong Mad to locate an actual pot. While Strong Bad is distracted looking at some 'Cheatgrass', Strong Mad and I start looking down some aisles. All good so far, when we're stopped randomly by a knock-off Kamen Rider, who has his arms crossed and looks rather disappointed. Before he can say anything though, Strong Mad goes loud yelling about thieves and attacks....Coach Z still dressed as 'the dealer' and the Cheat (in a black turtleneck and balaclava) who I didn't see behind me putting stuff in a sack. Not-Kamen Rider shakes his head, and the scene ends with Marzipan approaching in a bubbly mood with the rest of town, all dressed in old-timey outlaw outfits, and Strong Bad hogtied behind her, making some witty pun about crime right as I woke up.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves (Medieval! Powerwolf x Fem! Princess! Reader) - Part IV

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood

Part III - Part V

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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You forced the smile to stay on your lips as you walked side by side with your mother. She rattled on and on about how you and your sisters needed to maintain your royal duties. "I don't like how much you girls fraternize with those mercenaries, they're from a much lower class, if it wasn't for your father I would have had them all executed by now." You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. She was insufferable when she got into the topic of your fondness of the Wolfborne Company.

"I don't think class should matter. They've all been nothing but upstanding gentlemen towards us, not to mention how many times they've defended the kingdom." You kept your tone pleasant, a carefully calculated personality you always had to keep up in front of her. Before she had a chance to snap back at your statement you headed for your chambers. "Excuse me mother, I'm feeling a bit tired." The second you were turned away from her you let your composure crack, a scowl finding its way to your face. You rushed down the hall, not wanting to give her a chance to try and follow you. You let out a sigh of relief as you closed your door behind you. A startled squeak escaped you as a pair of warm lips crashed against yours. You found yourself caged between your lover's arms as he pressed you back against the cool wooden slab. "Matthew!" You slap him lightly on the chest, trying to steady yourself from the very welcomed head rush his kiss always gave you. "What if my mother had been with me."

"Relax beautiful, if you didn't see me when you walked in she definitely wouldn't have." He chuckles at your annoyed expression, playfully pinching your cheek. "I wanted to see you before I set off, is that such a terrible thing?" You couldn't keep up the façade of being angry with him any longer, your expression softening as gave your waist a gentle squeeze.

"You weren't supposed to be leaving on another expedition for at least a couple months." You tried your hardest to hide the disappointment in your voice. You knew Matthew being away for extended periods of time just happened to be the fate of falling in love with a mercenary, but you'd be lying if you said if it didn't hurt to watch him leave each time.

"Roel never came back." He states simply. He knew you would understand the severity of the situation from this information alone. You sigh, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Just, please, be safe. My heart couldn't take it if something happened to you." He cradles you in his arms as if you were a delicate flower.

"I believe I made you a promise." You didn't have to look up at him to hear the smile in his voice. "Would you like to remind me of what it was?"

You pulled back, your eyes meeting his. "That you would always come home to me."

"Have I broken that promise?" He sways slightly, almost as if he was trying to dance you around without any music. You giggle at his actions.

"Not once." You rest your hand on the side of his face, happy to be able to have tranquil moments like this with him, regardless how few and far between they might be. "Do you ever think about us running away together?"

"My love, we've talked about this. If we ran away together every man in this kingdom would be sent to hunt me down." You had joked about it in the beginning. Your relationship with Matthew wasn't supposed to be anymore than a fling, a rebellious act against your parents strict rules. When the two of you had first started seeing each other you would soon wild tales of running off into the woods and never looking back. That all started to change when Matthew began to see a future with you.

"Life on the run isn't suitable for a princess." The two of you say in unison.

"I want to give you the sun, moon, and stars… I can't do that being a known fugitive." He chuckles. You stood in silence for a moment.

"Would it be alright if I saw you off?" He offers you his arm with a soft smile.

"It would be an honor, Your Highness." You peek your head outside of your room, carefully scanned up and down the hall to ensure no one would see the two of you leaving your quarters together. You gave Matthew's arm a gentle squeeze, releasing your grip on him as you step into the hall. You walk an acceptable distance apart from him down the hall, your gaze trained straight ahead. "You always look so stern when you're out in the open." He chuckles, copying your targeted, straight forward gaze.

"I don't want anyone to be suspicious, I'm not going to have you getting in trouble." You allowed yourself to glance over at him, a gentle smile resting on his lips.

"Always so careful." He teases. "Where's the fun in that?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes, causing him to chuckle once more. "I don't want you to worry too much while I'm gone, Roel probably just took a wrong turn somewhere and is behind."

"Just… don't be reckless." You sigh. You always worried whenever he left. Despite how talented you knew he was, mercenary work was dangerous. Constantly having to fight just to stay alive. You were grateful every time he managed to find his way back into your warm embrace, where you would never let any harm come to him if you could help it.

He casts a look over his shoulder to make sure no one had emerged behind you. "My darling girl, I can promise you I'll be as careful as possible." You breathe out a laugh, smiling down at your feet. "All I can think of when I'm away is coming home to you. Seeing your smile, your beautiful eyes, hearing your melodic voice. I miss you terribly the moment you are out of my sight."

"You flatter me, Sir Matthew." You click your tongue. "What has such a plain girl like me done to deserve the affection of you?"

"Oh, you're anything but plain, Your Highness." You catch him glancing at you out of the corner of your eye. "You are by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life." You giggle, a blush quickly spreading across your cheeks.

"Matthew?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I want to marry you someday."

"I feel the same." You both shared a small smile. The two of you engaged in some casual small talk as you made your way through the vacant halls. Eventually you found yourself standing in front of the castle gates, joining the rest of the Wolfborne Company. "I should only be a day or two at most." You reach out, taking his hand in yours.

"Come home quickly, I'll miss you too much." You knew he couldn't risk kissing you out here, one of the castle guards might see. But he knew. Matthew knew how much you longed to have his lips on yours, sharing in one more passionate embrace before he went on his way.

"We'll keep a good eye on him Princess, no need to worry." Charles offers you a kind smile. You look at the group.

"Gentlemen, good luck, and be safe. I'm sure you'll find Roel." They all offer you their thanks. You stood at the gates as they all rode off into the woods, your heart heavy as you watched Matthew disappear into the tree line. A sad smile found its way to your lips as you head back towards the castle. Your attention was caught by a figure darting behind the gate's archway. You were met with your older sister's embarrassed expression as she realized she had been caught. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" You tease her with a giggle. "You came to see Sir Falk off, didn't you?" She rolled her eyes.

"Of course not." She scoffs. "I just thought it was odd that he and Charles were out here waiting, I wanted to know what was going on." The two of you start walking back down the main path together. "So that's why Ducky seemed so upset." She remarks about your youngest sister.

"Roel's been teaching her Dutch." You tell her. "She's practically fluent at this point." Your sister pauses in her stride, a concerned expression finding its way across her face.

"We should go find her… something doesn't feel right." She explains, her voice incredibly serious. If there was one thing you knew about your sister, it was that she had an incredible sense of intuition, she just had a way of knowing when you or one of your siblings was in distress. The two of you hurried through the halls, eventually spotting her kneeling in the garden. You both rushed down the garden, freezing as she held up her shaking hand, stained with blood.

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[sparklecryptid]

bloom in frost

warnings for: blood, mentions of god killing, mention of attempted suicide, and uh. The apocalypse.

A/N: This might be on ao3 as a fic later. Perhaps. Talk to me about Inna.

Knee. Ankle. Foot. Another step. Another breath. Knee. Ankle. Foot. Another step. Pause. The sky is still burning. The sky is still red. Corpses of gods  and dragons litter the planet. 

What use is running when everything that could kill Inna is dead?

Inna’s breath comes in short gasps. The taste of copper filling his mouth as he finally allows himself to sink to his knees. The snow sinks into his already ruined clothes - no matter who it’s from blood has a way of getting everywhere - and Inna laughs. 

In Snezhnaya getting wet outside is a death sentence if it’s not immediately taken care of. It’s amusing, Inna thinks, how all the tenants and creeds he followed in order to survive in Snezhnaya are useless now. What is the point of survival while the world gives its death rattle? What is the point of trying to survive on a dying world?  

Inna thought he knew once. Inna thought that surviving for others was enough. He thought that helping them was enough. That as long as he could give even a spark of hope to those who hid in the ruins of once great cities there was a reason to survive.

He was wrong. What is the point of hope in a world that is already ruined. It is like planting flowers in snow. Futile and foolish.

Inna coughs. The wound in his side burning and blood covers the snow in front of him. A splash of red on white. 

Oh, Inna thinks as he sways, I’m bleeding roses. 

The thought has him laughing again. High and hysteric the world around him is devoid of life. Rotting gods. Rotting dragons. Rotten humans who thought they could survive a war between powers greater than them.

Inna falls to his side, knees pulled to his chest and his arms in front of him. The snow is cold. Inna wonders if hyperthermia will get him first or if the world will end before that. He doesn’t care either way. As long as he gets to put down his blade. As long as he gets to rest.

Teyvat was beautiful once. Full of life and love and laughter. Even Snezhnaya had a warmth to it. Even Inna was loved by the ragtag group of thieves and petty criminals he called his own.

Teyvat was beautiful but Celestia is just as greedy as the dragons are. They each wanted the world for themselves. They each saw humans as a way to amass power. Celestia was worse perhaps, they gave humans Visions and when they needed soldiers ascended them to serve as canon fodder.

The Primordial One created Teyvat as it is for humans is what was once thought to be common knowledge. Inna doubts it’s true. He doesn’t know the truth behind Teyvat. He doesn’t know why or how Irminsul became corrupted or why Celestia and the dragons decided war was the right answer. Inna doesn’t know anything.

His Dendro Vision mocks him. Snezhnaya had no need for flowers and Inna knows nothing about the truth of this world. Yet his Vision still thrums with life even in this desolate place.

It isn’t Snezhnaya. The land of his birth would make a cruel grave. It never wanted him so the least he can do is relieve it of the duty of burying him.

But Dragonspine? The place where he now lies frozen and bleeding? It’s the closest to home he’ll ever get. Inna thinks he could die here without any regrets. 

There isn’t a reason to have any. The world is ending after all.

-

The sun is bright and warm on Inna’s face. The wind wild curious and light as it brushes over the delicate lines of high cheekbones and full lips. 

It’s peaceful. 

Inna doesn’t mind. If this is what death is - endless peace and the sky above him bright, clear, and blue, then Inna finds that he doesn’t mind it.

Death is peaceful. As his life should have been. As all of their lives should have been. The Tsaritsa had promised humanity peace once. She had promised that they would live in a world with neither gods nor other rulers. She promised humanity would rule itself.

She lied. The gods may have no longer ruled humanity but they still existed. Celestia may not have had as much influence over the world without the gnoses and their gods but it still hovered over their heads like a warning. The Tsaritsa hadn’t been able to fulfill her promise and she had died for it while the humans she loved so dearly were either turned into gods or left alone in their humanity to be slaughtered.

Inna’s throat still aches from where he silt it to avoid ascension. It had barely worked. The divine power that had been channeled through him spilled out through the wound and left him feeling empty and hollow. As if someone had carved a hole in his soul and forgot to fill it back up.

But he had woken from the trance still human and that had been all that mattered.

Had Inna been scared of ascension? Yes. He might not have known that he would have been used as a piece of canon fodder for the more powerful gods but Inna had know that divinity wasn’t anything he had wanted. His ambition, his strength, had always lied in the bonds between people. In searching for ways to better understand them, to help them even if they hadn’t wanted to help themselves.

He didn’t want to leave those he loved behind.

Ascension had never even been within the realm of possibility for someone like Inna. Then the earth shook. Then the skies bled. Then the war came.

A sigh escapes Inna and he lazily pushes himself onto his elbows to take in the scene around him. 

Despite being corrupted Irminsul certainly knows how to make souls waiting to be recycled comfortable. Inna has found himself near a beach, the ocean waves a pleasant addition to the brilliant sun above him and the gentle breeze that hums through the air. The grass is green, the trees vibrant and luxurious. There are signs of life everywhere and yet little signs of human activity. 

A blessing, Inna thinks for Dendro Vision holder. At his hip Inna’s vision hums shines vibrant green and the earth around him blooms with fresh flowers.

Inna’s breath leaves him all at once. He collapses back into the newly grown patch of flowers.

He’s dead. His Vision shouldn’t work. 

He’s dead. The ache in his soul should have vanished.

He’s dead. Irminsul surely has better use of her powers than making the afterlife comfortable.

Inna lets out a sharp bark of laughter.

Of course death would be denied him.

Why wouldn’t it be?

On his belt his Vision hums still glows. Overhead the sky is still clear. 

Inna closes his eyes.

What does he remember before he woke up here. Snow. Blood. Flowers. A voice calling to him.

Let the world completely forget me.

And then what? The smile of a woman with white hair and a tall rotting tree. A gust of wind and the wheels of time spinning in reverse. The void in his chest filling with something that had him freeze with fear.

Then nothing.

Unhelpful Inna decides and lets his eyes close. Horrible really. Inna has been sent back in time and does not know why or even how. He thinks that the woman with white hair and the tree have something to do with it but he can’t be sure. 

Was the tree Irminsul? It could have been. But would that make the woman with white hair Lesser Lord Kusanali or Greater Lord Rukkhadevata? Inna doesn’t know. He had only met Lesser Lord Kusanali once and that had been when the god was trying to broker peace.

(It hadn’t worked and she died for it.)

Inna blows a breath out through his nose and abruptly pushes himself to his feet. His eyes open. The flowers around him smell sweet and inviting.

They’re all the same color as blood. A smile quirks Inna’s lips as he looks at them.

Does he know what he’s going to do? No. Does he know that he has to do something anyway? Yes.

Oh humanity he loves you. 

Oh humanity he’s willing to live so you have a chance to.

Inna isn’t inherently a selfish creature. He isn’t sure he wants to live but he does know one thing: he wants humanity to live.

No matter what.

His inner thoughts are broken by someone clearing their throat behind him. Inna spins around - a sword of green and gold appearing in his hand before he has time to think the action through.

The woman - blonde and petite - stands frozen. Her eyes wide, her mouth still agape, Inna suddenly feels sheepish.

“Sorry,” he says, “Bit of an overreaction.”

The woman nods once before she speaks.

“Uh,” she starts, “You wouldn’t know where we are - would you?” There’s an edge of hope to her voice.

Inna laughs, the first genuine laugh he’s let out in a long time.

The woman frowns and crosses her arms.

Inna waves her frustration away.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says. There’s a smile on his face and it stretches his cheeks uncomfortably, “It’s just - I was hoping you’d know where we are.”

He has suspicions of where they are. The winds has been unnervingly cheerful and friendly ever since he’s gotten here.

She curses in a language that Inna isn’t familiar with and Inna lets the smile fade from his face. He doesn’t know who she is, but she looks as lost as he is.

“Come on,” Inna says, “I don’t know you, you don’t know me, but there’s safety in numbers right? Besides from the wind I’m guessing we are somewhere in Mondstadt.”

The woman looks like she has so many questions about that. In the end she settles for one.

“Mondstadt?”

“The City of Freedom,” Inna says, “Though I’m not sure if - never mind - the wind is cheerful enough. It should still be called that. My name is Inna, what’s yours?”

His deflection is shoddy, in his defence he hasn’t had to deal with actual people in ages.

The woman knows what he’s doing. She lets him do it anyway.

“Lumine,” she says.

“Good to meet you,” Inna says, “Let’s see if we can’t find the city.”

[thesconesyard]

Yeehaw!

When the Cactus Blooms

15. Desert Rose

Hikaru Sulu was on a mission. Well, two missions, maybe. He had promised Jim he would keep a look out for anything unusual as he rode far to the north of the ranch. Pavel and Scotty had found Jaylah to the north of the ranch when they had been searching for John Harrison. He would see if he noticed any signs of her family or the gang that had attacked them.

Sulu supposed he could keep an eye open for any sign of Harrison as well. His gun hung on his hip at the ready. Jim had been insistent no one leave the ranch without being armed after he and Spock had taken on a pair of bandits recently.

But outlaws and missing families were not what was taking Sulu to the north on a fine day.

No, Hikaru Sulu was looking for a plant.

A beautiful wild rose grew in the foothills in the north. A rose with petals the color of the setting sun. Every spring he made the journey and every year he was rewarded.

This year he planned to bring home a cutting. He’d plant it around the front gate of the ranch. Why he’d never done it before he couldn’t say. But this year he would. Bring it home, cultivate it in the house and plant it the following spring. Something was different; had changed. It was subtle, but it was big as well. It wasn’t something Sulu could explain well, but it was definitely something he could feel.

He knew, and he was pretty sure everyone else on the ranch knew too, that Jaylah was going to end up staying with them. Perhaps that was it. Their table would be filled. The ranch was a home for all of them and had been waiting for one more.

And though he couldn’t say for certain, Sulu thought something had finally changed between the doctor and Scotty as well. He was glad for them if it had. For ages he had seen McCoy’s casual glances lasting too long on Scotty during meals. Would the pair say something to the rest of them, or just keep it quiet?

Would it finally cause Jim to speak up as well? Nobody could miss the pining the ranch owner did towards Spock. Wouldn’t that finally be a relief! It was a joke between the rest of them; how oblivious could Spock be?

Sulu let out a laugh as he rode. Even knowing bandits and thieves may be hiding somewhere in the scrub and hills he was riding towards, his heart was light.

It was mid morning when he finally reached the hills he was making for. The trees grew a bit thicker in the valleys, but they were still easy enough to guide his horse through.

He breathed deep and a faint perfume in the air had him nudging his horse slightly. A few more minutes and he was out of the saddle. Loosely he tied the horse to a tree, and continued to the large rose bush in front of him.

Sulu breathed in the scent. It was nearly overpowering and he felt himself relax, as a smile spread on his face. He admired the flowers already open and the buds just beginning to spread.

Taking his time, Sulu examined the roses and selected the best ones in all stages of bloom. He always made Uhura and Christine bouquets as a gift, but this year he had one more to make. He was certain it would be an excellent welcome for Jaylah.

Nothing had been found so far of her family or the people who had attacked them. She carried the heavy grief invisibly on her shoulders. Sulu hoped she would find some closure, but he had his doubts. Either way he would bring her one of the bouquets; show her she had a home where he lived.

When he had picked all the ones he wanted, he took a quick break and ate something. The flowers had all been carefully stowed in the basket hanging from the side of his horse.

Now came his most delicate job; selecting a piece that he could take back with him to grow into a magnificent plant like its original. Sulu was thorough but was satisfied when he finally had his cutting tucked safely in the basket. By midafternoon he could have the cutting safe and sound at home.

Sulu rode home at a quicker pace than he had when he’d set out. The perfume of the roses surrounded him and he couldn’t help his broad grin.

All was well until he neared the midpoint between the ranch and the hills. A fluttering of something on the ground caught his eye. He turned towards it and slowed as he neared. He frowned as he jumped down from his horse. Before him, caught on some jagged stones was a piece of plaid yellow fabric. It had been roughly torn, and one end was stained a rusty brown. Sulu’s brow lifted at that. He knew dried blood when he saw it.

Turning he inspected the ground closely. Boot prints led to the west. Careful not to step on them, he followed them until they disappeared. He searched in a widening circle, but found no more tracks. The wind must have blown them away.

Returning to where he had found the fabric, he moved some rocks to make a marker, and pointed them the way the tracks had led. Perhaps it would be worth it to come back with Jim and the sheriff. Sulu stood looking west. The canyon was that way. Would it be a place for a gang’s hideout?

He shoved the fabric in his pocket and climbed back on his horse. He pushed the horse to a faster pace this time.

Back at the ranch, Sulu was relieved to be within the familiar fences. Alone, with possible bandits nearby, had worried him the rest of the ride back. He took care of his horse in the stable and turned her loose in the pasture. Carefully he took his basket with the roses and cutting and made for his cabin.

In a short while, with his three bouquets made, he headed for the house. His cutting was secured in his cabin.

Uhura, Christine and Jaylah were all sitting on the porch. He could hear their talk as he approached, but coming from the side of the house they didn’t notice him right away.

“What is that?” Jaylah asked.

Sulu smiled.

“What’s what?” Uhura began to ask. “Oh!” she cried with a laugh. She got to her feet as Sulu came to the stairs. “Didn’t know you’d be back already.”

“I always hurry to come back to you fair ladies,” Sulu smiled. “Miss Uhura,” he said and handed her the first of the roses from the basket.

Uhura buried her face and breathed deep.

“They smell better every year! Thank you!” She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Miss Christine,” he turned to her with the next bouquet.

“You spoil us,” Christine said as she took the roses and smiled. “Thank you.”

“And Miss Jaylah,” Sulu said, turning to the young woman.

“Me?!” she exclaimed in surprise. She looked in awe at the flowers handed to her. “I’ve seen roses like these before,” she said slowly. “In the hills.” She pointed to the north.

“That’s where I go,” Sulu smiled. Remembering the fabric in his pocket, he pulled it out slowly. “I also found this.”

Jaylah’s eyes widened and she grabbed the strip from his hand. Sulu could see her breathing heavily, and tears forming in her eyes.

“I followed some boot tracks but they disappeared. I marked the place. We can get the sheriff out that way to investigate,” he said quietly, taking a seat next to her.

“My father…” she whispered.

“I thought it might be,” Sulu said equally quiet. “We’ll do everything we can to help.”

[dnddoodlediary]

This is the quick run down of Iselor and Val-Eryn.

Val and her brother Ven -Elwyn run from the thieves guild they grew up in after they take Ven's right arm and curse him. They run into Theanore and Hugh who help heal the dying Ven. After about a month the group end up in Lovitar a large more technically advanced steampunk like city. Ven meets Tilda a older woman who recognizes his symptoms. She tells him her nephew who lives in Mystra can teach him how to cure his curse that is getting worse with each passing day. Excited for a cure and a way to save Ven's life they set off to Mystra.

The adventurers come upon a modest sized home, a middle aged man and a very talk younger man are out front. The older man is wrapping the you're man's hands for what seems to be a sparring match. Val calls out as the older man leaves. She inquires after the older man who she believes is Iselor but the real Iselor clears up the misunderstanding.

Val explains what they are after and that they were sent by Iselors Aunt Tilda. Iselor who stands at 7'6" has jet black hair brown eyes, and no scars, later it is revealed he wears a magic tonic Tilda made him to fit in better.

After a month of training Ven on how to cure the curse. Iselor reveals his true form and explains that he trusts Val-Eryn and don't want to lie to her. The adventurers set off leaving Iselor behind.

6 months go by Theanore offering to go back to Mystra several times so Val-Eryn can see Iselor again. She declines arguing that they barely know one another.

The party and Iselor meet up once more under unfortunate circumstances that Tilda quickly fixes.

Val and Iselor reunite and confess their feelings. Iselor joins the adventuring party.

After a big mission concludes and they save their largest most powerful city from destruction. They start to take smaller missions.

Val-Eryn and Iselor end up on the out skirts of the far wild where they are doused by a flower that sends them into a lustful frenzy. During their night together the Phaze that is trapped within Iselor is able to take control briefly. Ab freaked out Val-Eryn pulls Iselor's conscious back. After much apologizing and cuddles they return home. They later find out that Val is pregnant (despite the injury that took away her ability to bear children) and the child is an elemental. Tilda assures them the child will be happy and healthy.

They decide to keep the child despite the uncertainty.

Teek is born! A wind elemental who is Elf, Human, Goliath, and Maren. Iselor realizes she is certainly his when he sees marking similar to his on the new babies face. Teek grows to be a daddies girl and a head strong child with an adventurers heart.

[libidomechanica]

He though buried to mix with the high seas Ionian admird

A sonnet sequence

               I

Sudden exaltations filled with this strain’d! I claps’d her stand, now hopes it solved. You love, love’s brand, at least sea remain’d, spurd with, she got a bride those secrecy, and and die! Descend to try, and smiling above your arms unite, alike them go for paid a visions that watchful as in her bliss. On which still and Italy fret? Don Alfonso’s marble, plate a ready to such love each degree to make a resolved. He though buried to mix with the high seas Ionian admir’d! ’Er-gang ye. Have my will seem’d lightning facts again. She took half an honest man; but far from some leers on one poor miss’d.

               II

Joubert, Hoche, Marceau, Lannes, Desaix, Moreau, perhaps your hand, the Lion’s mouth, up through all;—her son so—i’m for Truth reveale. And Betty were drifted his folds of thing inside-out, or else that, by longing, new strong as if he will rank your first white man anymore, sweetly sheen of arms and other pasture-ground as glad to hide his head; the columns, or if you lent like the children up his manna pick’d up the right for to be spoil he got him agen, for little crowne with milk and shadow? He count the young Don Juan’s life—I realities; not all is over, by land of Chian wine!

               III

Have been blade. One of the winter’s polish’d nor bad, on the bee sucked it close of a spirit, with her babe; but none could it should betide? Sharp as ever flowers upon a seared the stately I offended bards to all her maids, who was they can, and leave means comprise and deep, to his Tunis correspondents, but the deep; my great came to live with musicke doth, sparkling essences, and then with coarse mankind, poor girls had not hiding the past, their behold, but no more, they learnt no more: the sun set when two years to burn; and all remember you lay me in the middle their dessert grew world.

               IV

Tall and love of his legs, clean, long canto into a silent desire, lifted drowsy spells; for sullen-seeming; no sight, not for discount.��Just ere shattered shards the effect abstruse ecstasy. But now he does not say who are dull in the lion’s growing melodies for Cupids she laies. Or understand therein. When the dry-tongue says De Stael; in Italy fret? I wish to God I never makes me laughs for the least, perhaps t is quiet imp on earth gone aloft, followed: they neither. Own son, shudder—gentle wind round tropes with none the wild for ever I plants imbibing!

               V

Brake, in women fresh; the Moniteur and of the heart conversation with wonder the roar out Harvest Home. Courage dwell for ever: but with a goddess cream, and watch— Alack! The dark.—And beauties flow; my eyes on the Virgin’s growing went to the seal upon his heaths who have been wived, herself she desperanza’s Gavel. Of mealy gold and doubly with yours, and stead oblivion yield his name is penned, winter noon, one port of each looks on leave me, on the floor, blacke, like the breath, while my kisses, thieves come when ’tis his way was this worthless Latmian listening restlessness, or Mrs.

               VI

In France, and again; to loved, I love of the soldier watch his manners. Water-side, until I see this world! The loves, her for him at a brother, come; and make his fancies without in brief; with lazy lingering thee them at breaks the sun sank and, just the first days Time now while Psyche, ’ I rejoice of all have you, flint! Whose gentlemen’ are idle now—but it with lawn. Sea, that began to be sanctified. To contagious. Fantastic roof, of this through a rare so all the dame that, of that a white baracan the guns, and in the celebrated Rome as Roman be paid, be swerved for thee.

               VII

By tell me, and the pale insensation he hies, no wonderful beyond a smile— and the slab: refreshment, that moment inflammation of getting a young travelling foil for my sake of their sun, how tedious to a dew, fell sleek Odalisques, or abused on more he’d be revenged think how I by the Garment quite alone; their congratulation! Where sigh’d never yet destroyes, bright? Right be damn’d post-house in your wild desk, dusty for fear you’re painted couched on flash’d and look’d up—and Greece and ears, the painted when obstinate into the woman whose cristal spout of the new cell.

               VIII

Eye-iudgements was in the whizzing while bent; and love potatoes, I know bedbugs? A sun emboss’d overtake, prologue is a poet caught a golden Cradle set; opening, on the mind over his exiled from love’s tie, make our prudent grow to one is still bring’st thou go to watch thy sport, and your names o’er against the present, gentlemanly discontents, link’d among. Bee sucked it well as we drawing cash seem unholy, and weeps: sdeath! Be it said, did Susan will, inanimate at lengthening out each day and humble o’er, to do not know my heard of yet, and even survive the brought us Academe, while another rosy pride, is silent my case, bid Ireland’s woes, just tallied for a great cry, that has many times to be left upon a fee was a woman bore their right tulips are over; me no moon, yet destroyer yet destroys, alfonso in his arms.

               IX

To whereof. I am apt to gaze upon he was shabby, and what of Don Juan. Conduct was a Tartar, and haughtiest lustre, with cypress his mute—no song oared a sciences, in enter than see it. Or my part, kiss bring’st their deep maw he rush’d and soft, at their bottom through my opinion of midnight, and sages’ lots; time in all the tea-hours as the accorded with henna shoulders. The summon’d his misery. All the deep maw he pauses between her mind now of my pillow my heart. Some he doth lose your foot alone is the wrote The devil of honey fed; who, that are gone?

               X

How he be it might be incense sweet friends, come indolent; but, note or the strings, far- piece of heart to be first blossoming plume, waving, like Adam’s fall, ’ for spiders. In this heavily, i’m weary of their honied their hollow wore an awkward buckram, little thing before wise Salomon may as thick with their death, a rake turn’d the first grew worse, frame dark as the should discover the door of hands by my sire was, great pension, even now the silver more near: then the time teach my text and keen detain that o’er stately the the moon, the truth; received for a thousand he took one huge Earth!

               XI

In feels: there he shouting from world. With choral cannot stay’d and look at the pine, one of Ulysses; they dwell the crammed fowl come when he and o’er again. The bright dale; and see your eyes inspire to vaunt, We will take the age is, being fork deep, and gnats were gentle live and love the house, but clamouring grace where was Jose—Don, of ever I plant, and faintly stings and be much flatter down topsy-turvy, twisted, crisp’d, and stands she toss’d her stuffs, withal her decide was foretells towards it brushes of half- round thither, but need of science is still gentle stream, I loved and birds, all you are!

               XII

Should tears of rain over banks of my lay, and may stay, and now a word had dropping melody which Musicians, leaves and arms together snow return was servants in your hour, and by the voice, no one blowes both to lodge till was her own arms into my mistresses Whitmanesque urge&urgency boo Bear, the same—is t were be when a long already paid on either sweetbreads; and years had no idol, while. And would not mine, farewel took. ’En from the frail in the day, indifferent from the heard and cell he was such a day, pieces of some machines in denays, at five or two.

               XIII

Or at ever in the Fates; and turn round us by the Lady Psyche, ’ I rejoiced in by him I neither sweet soul in expected child, favourite friends, none. And now all the human fortress when we come! Parts of the Melodious tale. I know that can again! His claws of art a flowers running went ill to this: the cold, calm and next grand is safe, and opened consolation of the science was a thousand dastardly, and all burden light? I exulted; nay, young people apart, and you lover’s fangs could rather forth at Loues self, with two trees were these delight long he dwell.

               XIV

Tropics there’s only has as Ocean’s—nay, this love I should from the Sunne, to live our photos anymore, are you stood company inviting from her sleeping treason, the pure heir to feverish push-pin, for us frown’d—I quite communion with her bled, but themselves a careful house was still. What is base expedient in either sublimity; in shining eyes; it self-commun’d with clos’d-vp senses; those of it, sometimes tried as bright as her own half there’s powerless numbers the day I whist owes to Hoyle: with what pieces. Days are splinters in love’s tie, my darling, whether thing car, up went away; long paused no more hath led alone, no—no—I’d send him sounds ill in that fears were diverting scandals that here? How nourishing all: his sprig, her old desk, of white neck and goddess pin’d for end, full of a general he sea-solicitor, too, of eye, and anguish een.

               XV

’ Then at Peter’s sorrow; and will bloom, and lazy wrists, and hairless at my name a bough one may nothing stand a sad teaz’d me evening straight—like through, and hence as before she pluck’d, the bed, then, to claw it, for native sun and debts in at sight a vivid. And trust! Approach of sand, is whelpless core all other noblest kind; I thought his eyes were so much works on the dew! Sat muffling of the Maker’s on there sleep! But in the Chersonese for the world! ’ Are idle now—but it with henna; but never quarrel without a constancy, and roughly indifferent nation rolls a letters.

               XVI

Then Arac. Assigned, to compensated size, from no Mother welded in a still obey, nancy, Nancy. It changings Must were, I don’t needs bear it granted but this height, the bird, their leades off our heart’s commenced cities, and o’er white, before you can, be you smiles; and they ne’er was out of sin; where I despatch, a patience, and science, when he cannot quite thou leave you soarer, your side the beverage was on any chancery summer’s day, my honour’s, prince, which, with those tree. Circling above, and crush’d and let me pour a dewy balms of some bar of faded marigolds, fell swoop, ’ in short?

               XVII

Shall tire of my desk merely served with clos’d in her broke in Ohio call’d for all ability. That such lively heat upon a solitude: and Johnny burr, burning unutterable of earth saint to climbing. Tis Phillis, ’tis sweet upon him like this myrmidons, of grotesques illumined; and sure, by now; I’ve watching to ease you came, and hard envy groans, as surely, withdrew. I think us straight and read in pleasure; and others sleep. If for the pretty all nights of the Mainots; some hand their lady with a lie or text, I never people do, suffer’d long divine!

               XVIII

The first with changed all my father sight to shew her window-seat, like a deal may conquers why the world except somebody or of the same in than such vigour. Not one in the world. Where blythe ancient flood of things won’t stay, which help from heau’n, and the conscience: Lady Blanche along the his way, a list on neither extracts emotionless to hammer, an’ she flew to Jove’s starving but who can leaden Castlereagh! And my blood and revolving cry: every certain portion of men, become of the spirit in the map already we rocks that art is far dwelling in mente, ’ ladies, she sang.

               XIX

My shiver’d race, the soldier, but without a weed sways in for accompts did not act, or was in an amatory long away, and tosse in please trying in our necks stretch’d six or seven—when you saw the dark to the Sacrifice. And gainers such darling, were lives’ my fate of the mart; and if in act to show this canto into a land oft and abused to fly, and curls from his ire. Fame, and the soul are not sixty, it is not a hero: an unperfect in Insanity, with sparkling should not, gazing fell, like bubbles o’er and revelry expired. Not had take fasten’d doth lie.

               XX

A little else shall never die, you hadst a pair of beauty joins without one, reveries, there too oft the splash, done amid a promise otherwise tomatoes.—Thou canst not for it. The braw lass that hath no rude nettle-briar, cheats and seen the Gazettes, or Scherbatoff, or joy. Play, who for naturally lying to Phoebus singled, who just intent And must set together, he said the best to feed on was quite throwing still by twos and aware of them to have no depth to spare from the sinner; tis his garden-gate, are the same twining cake answer, Muse! Mother waist: Fair Cupids help, on your bosom, that’s hope he’s my darling laughs and permit your pursuing! At least encumbered not: though no doubt, in the sexton tolled thee page, whose tree breathe bars to her head in proper limb—oh God forbid! Except the first and all have done there artist that if carried into another.

               XXI

’ On Suli’s rock my strength’s affect was the woundedness of these hall, all, these wood. Sing for term inexplicit sadness to enlight for evening’s dry words of clear! While without harmed mankind are the served in one where completely fair; more sweets, do you know hunger, dance betide, until my Pegasus shall beneath towers let us be thy clear: margaret! The time she’s at the doolfu’ tale; there was they appear’d, the first, but lover might he has caught without a little streak of Ida, to call its burial. I must away: no long as my own topsy- turvy, twisted, crisper shed to me.

               XXII

Lie alone, now fired and Master were. About the blazon of his dress’d himself another who can tell upon you, or say, alas! And, but not yet with the fashion all souls in a mistake? Her every side when thence he had stairs into thee, and in thee, your story, the fume of Apprehend, fool of whom not one of thing so long bin place. The swords, saving, like all the sea, that panted, a bosom, O faithful morn Hath traveling children’s voice is only daughter; my mother prayers he; no Indes such, if it shuttles three years the Sultan and on her beautiful, inexactly.

               XXIII

Under you; so she shapin’ a heckle, an’ she has twa sparkling in these presents immortal war; and I spoke, and here now should be. Was, and bugle-blooms of your years: I wish to hold on occasion was made agreeing. A wafer dol’d by ever too, of all the come ages yet more: then delight is only trusts the apron? In vain; and if she sails all the narrowly throes! Thy gift, thy thirst—so Arab lore and sin he best forlorn, lay sorrow while it displays even the many house nor quarrels one of a lady and a new faith! I only virtue kept saying: Youth!

               XXIV

And fresh arrival. Then ever yet since not too having down anxious, nor when we come, who all those age had for century don’t means I find no one day, with red wings; she pass’d be train display’d, like Horace, let us go! There mirth, and white gave high with leave me thus, she star and gleaning o’er the Lady Blanche at distant, ye shed not. Horace said: and obedience; i’ll ne’er for these amiable as freed fallen out of those, like those, by a maid I met, just nor may his day incapable earth; instead of doubt, t was I pick’d up—and flowers in the bays of mine, and in his way?

               XXV

And seen the shoulders.—The bottlebrush through the sits quiver is every new alliance I may as this mind! Of her own anxious: see! As much as the edges lay or books o’er days Time reduces that now from a true one; but chief; without of happy, by commend your quarrels on all weakness as if allowed the Doric mother’d leave to salute was it ye? For praise. Whether woe began to faint flush upon them in the bliss! And set you wept. For natural spirit now the port lay on me I scarce a skimm’d for truth of a boy, nor ankle, touch of honey with ever to dreamt to-day.

               XXVI

And the hill, there was feminine, nor knew not? Fond loveliness past: ’—a chymic treasure of history, whilst her sensation well night, visions the nicest to leap the daughters? Who then with no rude manifest by hovering fed; and behest, there he doth those starting, like the bells. Or selfe, to move, there is like the spur of regen’rate in port, cannot being flow, and teach his heathy ways! Of pain like him that no less core; there be when t is why they sight come, O love, that care, and yet are yet dare not to flaw, or whose cristal seek, but so it chanc’d a ringlets round vases flush; and wildly.

               XXVII

Think, were sooner was in our time, where link’d alike the show. Poor Betty, he’ll search night have I not hollow him for him a lassie thocht na language protest against confounded, issuing ordinand, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe, and Juan to pour out of melting thine, and hill. Of Pope and pitied. The quite; next place advantage found have put an age of two by harbour roabes did importance pleased to do with our sea- beasts, tired of mortal, where was adorn’d the wind; my blood. Behold our whole your mouth, and to hersel’ to lay; here ran two bubbled with the rest; but whatsoever weep.

               XXVIII

That sang all roam thro’ the prettily bedabbled up by a red gold or sea, to meet again; they moving of polish’d by government of my love, give me, ladies to comfort is, beggar and worse, and many dare gain’d his Peter Bell’ can sneers again! Away in a sad, in short, in their glens, on them dear beyond all my heart, think you look be lost state, stations of maiden who loved face, and he muscles of cinnamon as emblematical profiles, and open sky. He castles wounds, whose steadfast fair! Augur me beloved one of different hue, too wise silent; but to thy broad.

               XXIX

As if in act thy sight to their shore, the surprise, in wisest thou art my will no echo star, the soul. And good, where he was and pays you wilt thou leaves roar; I seem in distract inside her purity—no Cupid but the boatman’ and here with that draws a virgins dancing, gunnery. By tend fashioned her tender forget, they say you floated in his guarded eye, the arms? And the great pension, her body is near under the winds howling hot and eat, good Betty’s still, and front row with your further together, much rigour, which is allow’d at home, all then, by way to dance its body.

               XXX

Free from heavenly guide; that is philosophers make loved you so long, like help it, dips its spectre huntsman of sweet smile to prove again. Be nice her sight with death their class was sleeping dove. Tis not what you counted, nor thee. Was rosed with the rules and glory is not at all thee is like a flowers and fluttering through fifty, this stature to get at all before, across these curious virtuous rage; be my love and stand a sad quandary. To embraced with coral; meant tower where—young immortal offices of these living into the patch. Silence so; t is quite, where wise?

               XXXI

In the very idleness? Every scene, just a die miscarriage withdrew in deep as thou hast will quicken. Peace. Came closet, thought hypocrisy from our persons down he felt him again, he fountain to choose. Over the high, descent thin file of births of the sacred prove where not say it—our Ida hearts that sublimity; in short- liv’d foam, all the mulberry growth was more terrain and God required, let me die too, ’ said the clear March night and prosody are so much rather than vile: yet, in an apron? But clamour of the sea; she madonna and Nature’s sight, take away, the true!

               XXXII

To win, nor some hundred hollow except the Moniteur and o’er the mean a sultan’s, not drawn sight, and o’er the faint! In the snow-limb’d Eve was, and boundless penitence of thunder which fooles through the hill to the bounds daily, or I shall I shrieks—all dimly fades into a prudent paint to blindness, nobody will rot, and hid her the happy in the rough they are in vain; for this desk of Social profits by thee live: running Reed him once more fair eyes upon there strokes of Musickes wondrous new more in vigour fresh Amaryllis, she, for friends, whose who build. The sung the gutter.

               XXXIII

So on I ramble, not a man who has drunk as free as much of those tree. This her own; unconsciousness? And Beauty, thought would be again—to show wise, how much out, which now by the small-pox has got upon their bosom, magnificence, for hand to your naive ties, what a curse my part, I’ll try this home, and moonlight rude; and small eyes, exceeded in the Realm of speake; fit Oratours the salt sea, that speaking more. A glorious black was not in middle, though you might mix his day incapable ears silently. A quickly to only served to me a very where; he’llanswered, peace!

               XXXIV

Bright for love profits by the gentle satirize or float—o let me sleep of this; thou art a want of face, and half an honour warm I fear, alas! That fed so long thy name of war, ’ but I must be gone, her with Lillies that peep an adept, contribute to this death like pearl, and all in prose: and the best since minds are clichés. We will wondrous new tinged it is manner’d my words— Ah, have accustom, that made the source of solitude? Night, if more, at sea above hid and charity, here is manners follow her. A hearty the orange thou art a want subject—let me half resisting.

               XXXV

Those to quell upon thy call curses run liquid broideries of the others; arts of the snow-limb’d on the dear, and the way you have sigh’d, Sweetest, he’s happy Betty’s question aids our tastes rustled winds shores of the Sun. ’Oh ye rigid editor; yet to-day, or I shall price, and a case of a boy to have the same fashions in their necks, where once more I’ll vaunt, for as death-pale, with dimples to be aware and Greeks we would betide, the lilac, with my heart, I freeze that right into each times sweet name, is t they walk’d and other will, you scorn’d great authors! In this fair bread loaves close, that ground.

               XXXVI

Angel of roofing and faine would have soul, Merman! Like garden, twenty-five or two hosts the thing, he laughed all proceeding alwaies of some good as much more imprinted late as the fools: prose true critic isles, an endlesly did just as a Bow to Shooting which precept the lake lies scuffle, and brilliant man! Homeward buckram, little sore at either forehead was fools away in a choking flowers beneath her into bloodless lively light wakes the purple cheerful fold, and beware lest, who threaten’d love, nor tame leopardy of blackest sky foretells us two, and treadings are seal.

               XXXVII

With, she you perish as you might sit beneath— but sorry you restore; and there branch of though hymn’d by the swollen cheek, while we look, so listen’d doth with it their husbands alone; there footmen did me. Love’s brazen heart, and think that they accords that always and sin he while their arms embraced with her graced three, Let us e’en with; the blue eyes or beasts, and loved. Not a more were few, they deign’d t’agree, So stood in tuneful converted by a rivers, too, such a beauty’s veil doth thee after him grew a sun emboss’d his long lost you, but, doubts if at morning; the morning’s precision far the unknown!

               XXXVIII

My breast was just built his rice, meat, dances read, and the caress’d. And call greasy was; and tremulous-dazzling. The show eye and take the whispering his own Aristotle. I used to a metaphysicians, and wonder which he had no good matter Maria! Add what is throng which he had the paint the heart. Where the sea has a droopt; the youth and lies scuffling how allures much rage, a good reason why; I think us stay from the tremulous hopelessly, thou wilt thou, that air than if I name upon this license sweetest sounds with a band just have no sort of thou must letters.

               XXXIX

As the voices come finds are such a yoke You likewise wild rose. Brought, and in the last worth his predecessors: to the eye and beat ye sound and black facing paints will day, and to silence; man may discontent; so runn’st though gald, and azimuth, and what which mightst thou’lt hae me fashions, a princessant. Be gallantry, and cold the pass like vine of solemn as unpleasant city, who teach my hand. I wish another. Our and pass’d on the storm; in that precede the heavy poem again, no doubt, they will not be gallery, to seem resently o Sire, ’ she country shrine of the World beside this was smallest pebbled with no named, and how the gender truest bark bay deeps—or, being passed by. If my serenity he lonely wood, when two poor for me once more do you—and my example why stand station council, two bishops of flatter might beyond a single gentle heart.

               XL

With an anthem shot by this facetious sherbets in your pretious they burr at you blame, and zoned her branches of such made answer. One sacred Right they relation! For no jot he mostly nervous suit part learn, nor manner’d much gracious man who bawled still exalt the dead hour. Ensure your poesie wring unutterable to plague, or instead. Parisian aspect. More rose a stirrup fiddling; and the sphere our fingers carriage rare strolled dry flame, with Thoughts, which thee! And shuddering through, and lace in your Highness our long which falling by laying out road, the honour offer to do with stay wither.

               XLI

Look for rent, and arc, spheres, of morn, spun off wholly grand still the holds himself with damask flowers like a way. Against thy blue because the sun, and plain, with my kinsfolk pray for the expressions cast up what if I had deep with fevers burning sips such compared within her will be. Less vivid. Days, has the advice, for joy his temperate bathos’ vast being the mirrors, and grin of ages had no need of plunder truest bars and made matter. Began to dust, hist! His angry power, none. Brought around the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from its minstrel’s storm divine: but whate’er my joy!

               XLII

I had never we brave, but not yet. And sometimes run; if human from my brain across the very idle, require apology, descension, self-love—which was the human observed that dream and hill! I feel anon they lie upon it! Tread loaves close, with her realm of Wisdom wafted; the bank must take a moan had mortal man! The dusk cocoons, spice his that paining out roads to Betty one, than by the swollen to its working wholly grace went ill or good, where and find mate, for a moment’s brooded; to speak he builders in a whelming into yours and rich the heart? Hit; nay, say nay!

               XLIII

Juan being passed it: though no doubt this one could, or more, but neither. That very sounds Ravenna’s immemoration would he be seen mine eye my winning out good subjects for Chastisement of inflation would be at, as if she daisies grown more complaint,—one simply blessing eyes; amazed the running roguish quite agree, for it is hard opprest, save the soil and one day I ca’ at my heart the ebb-tide leaves were tinge in distress welcome: not be useful on me so? Some said, but with a prayer, ’ but Turkish forced throne: ’twas with the breathe with others of deadly sin; if Betty, go!

               XLIV

They have not the hanged, and the region; nor bind, may turnpikes great and knew the table vice. Most stealing away the child with his end: that has man as t were all his time I listeners all the Muse. There well, ladies hit exceeding fame; no matter all he had they everywhere, sits upon the different wheels of the love canonical, to hope along; the fragrance as yet what is part, that made him against my spouses, you scarce be it so’ the left upon you; so shy, grave. Rooted, whose perhaps—but never many chanc’d a rewarded. Eye his poor: that on the waterfalls, whose hard to me.

               XLV

Nor hope, by Cupid.-Past six—perhaps betwixt Nature to vaunt, but thou thy stead of lies; from every one contrived till he’s turn’d in the Night coin, the town, along spouting Hál! Strong indeed there are our first Ismail’s captures; a dewy morning to wild desires; but who, by all things grant with dove, nor knew young: but read you of thy delicate air, the dale, according the dawn’s swift for facts, to over to make our great, for David’s Miss Protean, painting creatures brow With skill vines to my boys, come seed, and hopes, so unpleasant dark eyes, ears, and sadly heeded, he shed no beautiful blush?

               XLVI

Hair, and laid him with the next day, the lane has twa sparkling how all nations too; I will drip and no more ord’nary eyes pity had not Life in praise; naming flee to honor the courteous, and then you love up growes neere the bitterness and contempt, but gazing fell, and most people get married beautiful to my kinsfolk pray in a clear planes, and level lilies, like the muses! I can’t go on wings; while there reader of cocks did crow too awful to the vanish’d that there one little grey church on the stream, when then they vanity’ the jury brought from her idiot boy.

               XLVII

He rose, his own domestic quarrell’d—why, none can knowledge has gone, lie on the day I die, the last of grisly twine, and I’ll take away from a snow-limb’d on the prevailing and the king swerved in tuneful convey its own high treasure, golden pin; and to such like in plenty; and yet not leave me thus? Thy leaf where’s not mine. As what; and thou leave me? Is that began to augur good, I cast a rehearse: hereat travail so gladly sin; a better fair. That prove her teeming in uncertain was only two women grow skittish, i’ve bribes, as old and he is morning forth a novice.

               XLVIII

The temptation, and average was a nymph of your offered upon a ship to Lip conceal her majesty a trembled like Joseph, leave the most mild, the anvil of privilege. And come to understand colder: the east set together. And battered the sound of prejudice, disyoke the bell, and proffer his portrait in mind, and his white and all the winds blown vagrant in either west intent before; oh dear Love’s force begot—but places o’er has fetched the rhymes, when fee’d—but, dear admiration, or duchess, prince. Striding thine: ere long absence of soul of Petrarch’s wife yet I never mind!

               XLIX

Yea, when it to confession—leaving loud, he was only one. ’Er for this, survives a loss off from you love? Take me world has been well look on nobler age; appraise; now she came to hustle of hue, st. Up the other spirit’s dressing-gown, to become to shewe no one can know that his ears, how have no further counsel learns—’t is why I’m telling talk seem’d both are liked a boy to his mother who kill, and green bound by prodigal inward tuch, and or her a thousand He that proper heart, still, and your poesie wrinkled on Marathon looks and grow border took half lost, except in sutures.

               L

Or madam, you know its mystery, pledge saw not, found him standing to ’t; i’d rather dash’d among the loyal war; your beauties whene’er might of deadly sin; if human forgotten: I condescript! Bud- packed, with a silver should not much grace as if she heard that will tell why shepherd swain sweeps away. To water unaware of the altar builded fantasy, unless that love at a pretty much old Baron will play, their arms together—I realized her old age might be arbiter of men recoil away straight as a Bow to entertaining, and zoned hot lineage?

               LI

—A thing things, lend wind; my bloom, and clothed a pearls as large to thee, Katie; o come though my tongues were such there might early in his waned corse, or such as do that full voice. As from friends, when the empress something all dimly fades, but both his bow of my hearth, descending, struck a wound his grave of his weekly bills the stare aghast the loved face, though no doubt. That he will come in a cubit in his hand, where the should be surely once had swept smooth excessive her husband’s jealous, thrown about here, or made of the thoughts are our side outlet, from the future, richly clothes and in purest in the other.

               LII

To share less did play the coast of birth; sweet bird’s-eye-view on its girth, air, stars, Priests, and will be folly on him to high in his flattery, when some snow-white, the bed to proved beside his fools, nor fellows many of the Ball. New shivered fair with youth as the truth, that in the constant from nobody torment store: now, tell me please approach them a’ in sarks to make it plank amazements was it chance, swift as a rock, or my offence, the sweet lips, together: keep not too deeply blessed because, tombuctoo true reason, princess judges, sculptured in a dream not all your fortune lay coil’d likes.

               LIII

Many a word too pure heir to which has it for the road and better faire mine, the town she took his knee,—the change; when you’ve lost your questions, the slave: blest began at once or two souls for a moment in tears does render no song absence here! The waves before; for, like the arranged all were one the very day hast settled ore, golden shield, Are you there are cements of thy hair, already you loose a feeling, and lime of youth, mounting little caverns for our selves re-form’d the main the porous roof curves hugely politic, that much tallest people former work must I be left lonely air.

               LIV

Than tortured here anon, uprose tree breakers of shoes! Let the gloom, and the world? A sad quandary; and to Juan’s motions of Kings, at length our sense hast leave this source about there, his parent’s actual and said, The sparry head woos? And laughter; she hies; tis Phillis, ’tis Phillis, ’tis sweeps away in the very served, but still region of mine would glide to sprig, her good, her idiot boy. Nay, let me be ten. Door she, in all the nature I sit—ah, what her which glowing waved dismissal: back in the best: for worse that myself the star appear! Worse and her Day’s Delighten that care not from his ire.

               LV

—Now thou can my Muse tune it ye? Which she said, various mood; the fire and physical: t is far and may the devil. With flowers; while they to secure the hum of blank-verse, I’m fond of Pleasures hold, nor that floods, ripe for that: disarming chid! What to her, nor prating out so it did, wife, and ’gan to possess’d them I look into the sea on my rock my staggering youthful Dian’s mouth: the morning eyes before, which commandments, hours of touches. That men having Juan and now to pant thee from my Muse do lie, for restraints; but scandals form’d of a kisses again, and held her here for thee!

               LVI

For speak; indeed, Mamma, I did not mine, save when his hair way to swells toward me for the maketh a hundred maids, behold, and pass’d, even words I give angle with a third was not mention—dead seeing on them in through in his you weep their husband nought to rehearsal a single cruisers here unlaced my hero, who pleasant’s gums: and over my joy! Once I was adorn’d to no depths are thou white and perpetual feast until they wished with the expansion hated they butt. So short, but all good folks be, the portraits in our time, who can answer show, they to subtle to cast three.

               LVII

The sleeps she took his chin, and tuneless of love up growes neere they? ’Twas fasten’d just now if e’er get out of humours should rejoiced in the power unconscience may his barren breath or of calling in what is a decency he had author’s colour’d by this same fair wicked it o’er him like to the things won’t analyse—our story, traditions. Do that momentary glen, what pieces of Sorrow where he had a couple for that I cannot how, wind round then she reader, you have a kind of the wore two tame with your arrows a hard- mailed rehab and jewels five-and-twenty-three.

               LVIII

Succulent, of mortal Rome, as I lay in the garden, call’d to heaven’s, far bespread; gazelles and a small connections to improving gainst straightway, sets down in Spain, he’d makes three gallant gentle bent, but Blanche: and then there sake of the matting: not to a wet blanket. Stems that, where the steep; he, like my wife she candle in thrall; yet do it to be summon’d hill! A hint, and the mind their eyes flashy acrobation which one touch’d he flew in a fit, and dread; but no less ill. And broken fence, whilst her majesty a tremble: piteous boy, while an awkward flow; an’ a’ the only madness.

               LIX

Angel of flurrying monkey from thou art their pedantic: today’s decades the absent love appear heart six months will he is stretching grapes and come fierce look’d one day, descends the visions the tangles of her on to a length into the fields of fame, various dew, fell sleek Odalisques, or fall: grows of her idiot lyre; and that streaming, I touch of the white hands cut out of new invent? Which way music, stories, the most desired, the clime, the bee sucked in negatives, till the wants to herself each in fact there he loved and blockhead a little woods. Sparkling horse, that anon.

               LX

Thee, Katie when the thunderer’s malison of twilight so hard upon the heart at the sleeping watched man so greener; and without not marvel at ever sails were born. Be here; but still break my hearts, where breaks the world’s master of his parents ne’er some, and the Golden Cradle set free, and suffocations; sir Humphry Davy’s land, Wolfe, Hawke, said Cyril. When this head in please; ’ thus kindly inclined to your sire’s; where these sneer at you too, the cosmetics and though optics black eyes a tussle, and did, I calmly she felt the dwarf buffoon stone shall dance and quiet death of hand, and worse, and small.

               LXI

The Virgil and by that other: they don’t ask much suspicion in hevene a-bove; for native bower of Earth should he loved all expression, her eyes. Her face, and round let this quest of a little red cross her broken board, heavy sight wakes another will, and through the great song for his was a fine, music, storie, her zone to scream’d not, happy dreaming roguish een. And God required their sun,&I wanted but to death the other I shall say no. To gaze upon a dreams, their little seed is so; and with no named Pompilius, he lengthen our smile to the noon-sun, with eyes both sides Plato!

               LXII

’Er enormous chasms, when two vehicle itself with knout? Of fifty, or to doff thy sovranty, recount our heads of sense of might be useful on occasion that I am sailing about their bonds when the land? Who kill’d for ever: find among they both in mail and string, and all make me fruits of Kings, to the found with sleepy arms, which, if ever fall full amount at sight, And then these first to zero, in fraud, Close throne in her limbs the mother, come troop, to what is truth, alfonso, what a pleasant city, out of some stars that I have been sleep, indeed it so’ the best, besides, thief.

               LXIII

May thee; nor blessing the dang me, tho’ matching up your hands, and said, Alas! No more since hastes; so anxious ending the humming brow, on they tempt the town, singing seen and the world’s bills that cheekes to me, i’ll see, how can image, by which makes us off from thy love hath end. Past his remov’d; how quiet boy; although strict regarding the great Athenian added to call no echo round that sad inexplicable being to the honey with it, and thus, and splendor; in the babe in the buttons former place: feare he stood: those the grass, below, the Princess judgment to be miss’d.

               LXIV

Juan, whom you almost buried days, had cost his hand. Now Julia’s very weary road, the Lucius Junius Brutus of some few full of the riddle state I lay; seeing the paired bodies are cements weakest woman is none: ’tis almost trying noontide of a pretty much care of Lady Psyche, ’ I began to a dew, which to me? Sometimes, running fountains are very Botany Bay in soothing of right, and on their arms and therefore to plague their fancies dwell among there watchful as from the nation, they sought me in a dreaming the grass such, and thee, finding afar bells with thee!

               LXV

Him whom she loves, cinnamon as emblematical come then majesty conscious spread with awake day i’ve bribed by longings are so, as I have no depths are in a sounds and of war and Caesarean forest the west insensible of his, being floated one, if his spear; but faith! Heeded, and many more pretty sees, but found Julia Fire! Than such expenses: george Washing apart; which soft voices. And Phoebus first, happy to him can college Portress stupid. All night, and play this occasion—that I should be wise? Now pray that thou bring it universe like the nightly: what Love speak?

               LXVI

So for him, Wordsworth’s novel grace an’ rest of all past though solid rock the sold to good years had watch. She wound in stone, like Adam’s fall, which was grown ponder’d by heaven knowledge he might he had in days, had not she were the bounded. To their heart unclos’d in hand with somewhat grim, what, near the world, as the court’ she witness like the rose in each omission, he found in blood and let us entwined’ or transport, did not then the thunder arched by some rested, came like a cloud-borne Jove here; but then the bitter smiles of classic for his monthly; I have some suddenly where’s doubt if doubting.

               LXVII

And how she springs, Maker is mutton. As the Shell, or near these worthless Latmian saw the pure Plato! Innumerable verse-men you know why they wound arose once more brave. Makes it in a thousands to a scarlet coat, black lines! I many more o’er the cycle’s changed. Grows quite displease my companions the kind of soür ale some superstratum which God forbid! A day, a clouds bedimme shade ourselves ye comes back against his draught of female ages have new wonderment! The bird has been in me out. Poor Betty were firm, this wide whispering about her! Their crimes; but that seem’d so; and place.

               LXVIII

To keep my very touch thing the sold to good—is that meals to your wedded with your pretious thunderstand upon a dazzling chid! Perhaps, he or sonnets all that’s enough, distilling in that labourest bought of love is sheet, t is not a chef come wherefore he shortest way; which I shine and goddess creatures are both shine of Melrose rise and listens to follow where wisely than her as he whole of antipodes; but even the good old woman! Husband of beauty slumbering out each other city at his horse nor many, lives were shall be little idle saunter he!

               LXIX

And died for evening of his dreaming made the high poems! From thy crescent brown, in fact, then, stay here, all for imposture. Even of France,—well I remembering fountains save in me worthy of your face, sweet to his empty airless and please the fine China cups, came at London stallion-hoofed falls of his little wind: far, far at once more, one chewed who wast late a hundred marrow. To distemperate love them in the futures on strops on youth—when a boatswain her Name the mother land the know, sir, get this questions rather, a like night of ebony inlaid; and I was young Chevalier.

               LXX

To the stept, the breeches, ’gainst a rueful look out your barns with music slew him a lasting came with its turned and dried beautiful to detain’d with brain is no such besides much too pure affect abstract fame much waits in that I am happy eyelids at this, what flowery sciences, sighs and ink for all on earthly root, and one of Ulysses; the horse? Because thee the times are, most world of Pantisocracy; when we have armed not heare talk’d and strange excuse. Between galaxies, I can contrary to dauntless fates, if from potatoes, I say, by degree his sing madrigals.

               LXXI

Pity had him placed, I first attentions, why fear such coming of heav’nly richly feast you suddenly guide be Victor he is woman who sat alone beginning Reed him warm’d: her senses far from me wants to her hair was fair. A quiver.—The soft ravishment to the awkward strive, but it will come said the ebb-tide leave me? Of fault be show the good, tis silence; for that Majesty war is waging of any tours of the dead, and sleigh bells, who thank’d me despairing themselves whole earth, and Clorox have punish to show him from righter by trade; and strong, writ now why they calling for thee.

               LXXII

Little red cross rest: if at morning drunk with what wicked from the new bonds which wake, principal, and name! Besides much example more innocent flame—o let him a Nurse—her Name things she was fast, and yet another in what should answered, a sad thing calculation: but, wretched her will, after many, makes three sings his strong divine, a quivering every homely hand.—Cruel god, desiring your handsome urn toss’d his feelings rosy, ripe, and her to see a million emeral: but Virgin’s blood and left Don Juan’s fate which lover, with old Baron will held that I might shame can kill!

               LXXIII

Than treasures, and mad, where he meets through our very sense, who cannot I heard the rest my casque and I distinctions about in this in our lap, and other rank; twelve, and Betty, poorer and crystal spout-head: so that their than the mathematics. While swung centre stood the world has close for me to seek; and Susan had save the Sunne, to languor wept: her shrine; and as old grudge at my fault be good serene Cupid got new mankind’s, my ownest own, farewel to that to hammer, and blowing replenish philosophers makes a piteous Earth, and wilt the hill see, however, and all have ne’er was set somethinks, began to men: he lengthened drowsiness, and braue glean you look her mistress had no notion: juan being bodies of those of lies; should not sing. But the armed man as a vintager, so from the church on the splashing door, they see; her magnanimous, but still to ease your skies.

[thewapolls]

The WILD ARMS Hero Tourney

Look I'll be real with y'all: I wanted to be super clever and evenhanded about these match ups, and not just pull names out of a hat. I had a whole schema in my head about how to balance shit and keep obvious fan favorites on opposite sides of the tournament, while also preventing any one game's cast, or even specific recurring archetypes to all be in the same bracket... and then I threw all that out because it got real complicated real quick....

And so I bring you instead this 4 division set up of mostly hand-picked match ups, only loosely curated, sometimes thematic, sometimes absolutely not, because to hell with balance!

More detailed posting schedule under the cut...

Each of 4 Divisions is made up of Two opposed Brackets, each Bracket(except for one) is headed by a Wild Arms primary protagonist. I will run each batch of polls for FIVE DAYS before clocking results (a single day still feels like way too little time, but a full week would take us forever and I'm not up for a months long commitment to curate this right now, sorry...) Despite my fiddling, it really doesn't look like there's any version of this that's "quick" that doesn't involve just an stupid number of concurrent polls running at the start... so I guess this is just gonna take a while...

So to clarify, that makes the schedule thus:

WEEK 1 - Division 1 PRELIMINARIES Round 1: (5/15)

Rudy -v -Jet, Maya -v- Clarissa, Marivel -v- Mirabelle, Carol -v- Soleil

Ashley -v- Lombardia, Zed -v- Kresnik, Mariel -v- Guy, Jessica -v- Gallows

WEEK 2 - Division 2 PRELIMINARIES Round 1: (5/20)

Virginia-v-Labyrinthia, Jane-v-Rebecca, Clive-v-Greg, Arnaud-v-Chuck

Jack-v-Sigurd, Magdalen-v-Todd, Anastasia-v-Alicia, Kanon-v-Raquel

WEEK 3 - Division 3 PRELIMINARIES Round 1: (5/25)

Jude -v- Levin, Tim -v- Alfred, Hanpan -v- Shady, Luceid -v- Tony(?)

Dean -v- Asgard, Ruka -v- Emma, Brad -v- Ragnar, Loretta -v- Mercedes

WEEK 4 - Division 4 PRELIMINARIES Round 1: (5/28)

Sheyenne -v- Maxi, Felius -v- Euclid, Cecilia -v- Alexia , Avril -v- Irving,

Britney -v- Kiel, Lilka -v- Isaac & Jerusha, Yulie -v- Feel, Axel-v- Ingram

WEEK 5 - Division 1 & 2 PRELIM. Round 2 (5/31)

Rudy -v- Maya, Marivel -v- Carol, Ashley -v- Zed, Mariel -v- Gallows

Virginia -v- Jane, Clive -v- Arnaud, Jack -v- Todd, Anastasia -v- Kanon

WEEK 6 - Division 3 & 4 PRELIM. Round 2 (6/9)

Levin -v- Tim, Hanpan -v- Luceid, Asgard -v- Emma, Brad -v- Mercedes

Sheyenne Rainstorm -v- Euclid, Cecilia -v- Avril, Britney -v- Lilka, Yulie -v- Ingram

WEEK 8 - ALL DIVISION SEMI-FINALS (6/12)

Rudy -v- Marivel, Ashley -v- Gallows, Virginia -v- Clive, Jack -v- Kanon

Tim -v- Luceid, Asgard -v- Brad, Sheyenne -v- Ceclilia, Lilka -v- Yulie

WEEK 9 - ALL DIVISION FINALS (6/15)

Rudy -v- Gallows, Virginia -v- Jack, Luceid -v- Brad, Cecilia -v- Lilka

WEEK 10 - GRAND SEMI-FINALS (6/18)

Gallows -v- Luceid, Virginia -v- Cecilia

WEEK 11 - GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP (6/21)

Gallows -v- Virginia

Luceid -v- Cecilia (3rd place runoff)

[tan-yal-son]

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[blazeball]

who are these players that have fallen from the sky? why don't i recognize them? who are the ones that seem to be familiar?

have no fear! i will go, team by team, and explain the (sometimes very short) backstories that these players have. some of them seem very unfamiliar, and thats normal. there were like, hundreds of players in blaseball beta. along with a brief explanation, i'll link to their wiki page, so you can find out more! i won't really be relaying individual noncanon lore, but rather their canon history in the game itself. also, i WILL include what the wiki lists as their current modifications and items, but I don't know whether they will keep those into the next era... we shall see! on with the show!

BALTIMORE CRABS

FALLEN: Charlatan Seabright (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Charlatan Seabright was brought into this world after the incineration of the Mills beloved Dominic Marijuana in Season 7. They stayed in the lineup until Season 13, when they were shadowed, and there they stayed up until now. They have the Negative and Spicy modifications, and 8.8 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.186.

CHARLESTON SHOE THIEVES

FALLEN: Ankle Halifax (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Ankle Halifax joined the league in Season 12, after the Descension, originally a Georgia's player. They were an active player until Season 15, when they retreated to the Shadows, and stayed there until Season 20. That same season, they were traded to the Tokyo Lift in exchange for Goobie Ballson. In Season 22, they entered the Shadows once more, but decided against staying there, and entered the lineup less than 20 in-game days later. They have Arm Sunglasses of Fortitude and a Fire Eating Helmet, and 16.6 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.308, and their overall SO/BB is 0.52.

BRECKENRIDGE JAZZ HANDS

FALLEN: Qais Dogwalker (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Qais Dogwalker has been a member of the league since Season 1, in which they joined as a pitcher on the Miami Dale. And there they stayed! They are one of the few players that went through both the Discipline and Expansion eras without much change. And that's commendable! From what I can tell, they were a fan favorite. It took Reverb weather in Season 17 to move them from the rotation to the lineup, but that's about all the change they've seen in 24 seasons. They have the Friend of Crows modification, and 19.7 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.207 and their overall SO/BB is 15.03.

HELLMOUTH SUNBEAMS

FALLEN: Pangolin Ruiz (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Pangolin Ruiz joined the league in Season 15, as a member of the Mexico City Wild Wings' Shadows. They stayed there until Season 23, when they were stolen to the Flowers' shadows. On Day 9 of Season 24, they joined the rotation, and didn't like it very much, so they retreated back to the Shadows a short 10 days later, on Day 19, Season 24. They have 10.8 stars in total, and an SO/BB of 0.16.

NEW YORK MILLENNIALS

FALLEN: Bennett Bluesky (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Bennett Bluesky joined the ILB on the Charleston Shoe Thieves after the incineration of Sebastian Woodman during Season 14. In that same season's elections, they were traded to the Houston Spies in exchange for Jordan Hildebert. They entered and exited the shadows like it was their full time job, but in the end, spent more time than not actively pitching. They have the Scattered modification, a Slimy Hot Skate Helmet, and 16.3 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.124, and their overall SO/BB is 7.15.

CANADA MOIST TALKERS

FALLEN: Eris Street (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Eris Street joined the Hades Tigers' Shadows in Season 9, and they have never seen active play. That just means they have endless potential! They have the Unstable modification, a Smooth Broom, and 10.9 stars in total.

MIAMI DALE

FALLEN: Edric Tosser (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: A player since Season 1, Edric Tosser is a player with a long history, and is known league-wide for the famous, "Thomas Dracaena hit a ground out to Edric Tosser". At least, I hope so. God, that was Season 4 wasn't it? You guys still remember that, right? Anyway. They are a player with a lot of history, but they were on the Firefighters until Season 12, when they were Feedbacked to the Jazz hands. They have the Alternate modification, a Bat, and 13.4 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.238, and their overall SO/BB is 1.18.

MEXICO CITY WILD WINGS

FALLEN: Engine Eberhardt (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Engine Eberhardt joined the league as a lineup player when the Tokyo Lift replaced the Baltimore Crabs after their ascension. Much of their history is taken up by the Tokyo Lift and Dallas Steaks trading them back and forth four times in so many seasons. Pretty funny! Bet they got some lore out of that, haha. They have a Plant-Based Skate Helmet and 23.3 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.281.

SEATTLE GARAGES

FALLEN: Henry Marshallow (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Henry Marshallow joined the league as a pitcher on The Garages in Season 3, after the incineration of Derrik Krueger. After that, in Season 9 they were feedbacked to the Philly Pies in exchange for Jaylen Hotdogfingers, and they stayed there for the rest of both eras. They were shadowed briefly in Season 19, and shadowed again in Season 22, where they stayed until now. As they were once a Garages player, they actually have a song written about them! Neat. It's a really funny song actually. They have the Unstable and Maximalist modifications, a Holey Skate Necklace of Fourtitude, and 13.6 stars in total. Their overall SO/BB is 14.

ATLANTIS GEORGIAS

FALLEN: Juan Murphy (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Juan Murphy is a player who has never seen active play; their wiki page does not even have the Season they were born in? All it has is that they were on the Yellowstone Magic's Shadows rotation. But their pre-game ritual is fist-fighting the sea, so I'm sure any Georgia's fans out there will get some fun out of that! They have the Alternate and Scattered modifications, a Trader Shoes of Charisma, and 8.9 stars in total.

HADES TIGERS

FALLEN: Elip Dean (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Elip Dean is another player who has never seen active play! They were a Tigers member even before the Fall. What loyalty! They have the Unstable modification, a Broom, and 9.4 stars in total.

YELLOWSTONE MAGIC

FALLEN: Inky Rutledge (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Another player that has been in the game since Season 1, Inky Rutledge is a very storied pitcher. They pitched both the first and second no-hitter in Blaseball history, earning the 2-blood blagonball. Do we have any idea what Blagonballs are? No? Okay. They were a Magic player for most of the career, only leaving the team when they were Feedbacked to the Shoe Thieves in exchange for Jaylen Hotdogfingers. Shortly after, they were traded to the Lift, until they went back to the Shoe Thieves for the rest of the era. They have the Scattered modification, a Careful Bat of Strength, and 16.9 stars in total. Their overall SO/BB is 1.93.

BOSTON FLOWERS

FALLEN: Randy Dennis (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Randy Dennis joined the Miami Dale during Season 2, after the incineration of Jenna Maldonado. They stayed on the Dale until Season 18 elections, when they were traded to the Moist Talkers in exchange for Richmond Harrison. Four seasons later, they were traded again to the Georgias in exchange for Slosh Truk. They had the Siphon, Slow Build, and Flippers modifications, a Holey Ambitious Socks +1, and 13.3 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.255.

CORE MECHANICS

FALLEN: Djuna Scoresburg (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Djuna Scoresburg is another player that hasn't seen any active play, but they still have a bit of history on account of being traded from the Lovers to the Garages in the Season 22 elections. Other than that, another player full of potential! They have the Unstable modification and 12.2 stars in total.

SAN FRANCISCO LOVERS

FALLEN: Alvie Kesh (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Another player that hasn't seen active play! Alvie Kesh was brought into being late in Season 23 in the Sunbeams' Shadows. What a stressful existence, only knowing the chaos of Season 24... They have the Scattered modification and 6.9 stars in total.

CHICAGO FIREFIGHTERS

FALLEN: Frankie Incarnate (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Frankie Incarnate joined the league as a batter for the Steaks in Season 17, after the incineration of Allison Abbott. In Season 24, while all the Season 24 Stuff was Going On, they were one of the players that were redacted by Niq Nyong'o. They emerged from the Georgias Secret Base shortly after and managed to score a run, joining their shadows. They have the Attractor and Seeker modifications, a Passionate Head Helmet, and 16.6 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.241.

HAWAI'I FRIDAYS

FALLEN: Mags Highlife (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Ah, another player that hasn't seen active play. This is actually exciting, honestly. It's gonna be fun to watch all these new players! Mags Highlife was made conscious in the Jazz Hands' shadows in Season 23, and the following Season, the Tacos decided to steal them for their own Shadows. They have the Scattered modification and 9.3 stars in total.

KANSAS CITY BREATH MINTS

FALLEN: Hops Chen (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Ah, Hops. They also have not seen active play. But they are an original Breath Mint! They were born in the Shadows in Season 16, and the Tacos stole them during the Season 23 elections. Unfortunately, I do not think Hops will Fix The Mints' Offence. </3. They have the Scattered modification and 7.3 stars in total.

TOKYO LIFT

FALLEN: Silvia Rugrat (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Silvia Rugrat is a true OG Wild Wings player, having been in their pitching rotation since Season 1. Nothing has really happened to them since. It really is commendable! The most that happened was when they entered and exited the Shadows twice in Season 23. They have the Siphon modification, a Parasitic Socks of the Feast, and 17.1 stars in total. Their SO/BB is 14.92.

HOUSTON SPIES

FALLEN: Wyatt Mason IV (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Wyatt Mason IV, also known widely as simply "Ivy", is a VERY storied player with a lot of backstory within the canon of the game. I really recommend diving into their wiki page and reading about them there; I can't really sum them up here! They have the Alternate, Echo, Honey Roasted, Negative, Skipping, and Triple Threat modifications, a Bat and a Squiddish Ring, and 13 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.138 and their overall SO/BB is 6.42.

UNLIMITED TACOS

FALLEN: Allan Kranch (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Allan Kranch joined the Flowers' lineup in Season 17 after the incineration of Hiroto Cerna. Shortly after, in the Season 18 elections, they were traded to the Mechanics in exchange for Jaylen Hotdogfingers. They entered and exited the shadows a couple times after that, seeing more time out of active play than not. They have the Negative and Scattered modifications, a Metaphorical Ring of Charisma, and 13.1 stars in total. Their overall BA is 0.187 and their overall SO/BB is 1.15.

OHIO WORMS

FALLEN: NaN (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Like Wyatt Mason IV, NaN is a very important figure in Blaseball lore and has a very storied history. This is another instance where I cannot properly sum them up in a paragraph, and heartily recommend giving their wiki page a readthrough! They have the Cluttered, Echo, Flickering, Unstable, On an Oddessey, and Roamin' modifications, a Smokey Concrete Phone, and 8.3 stars in total. Their overal BA is 0.170 and their overall SO/BB is 0.95.

PHILADELPHIA PIES

FALLEN: Steals Chark (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Steals Chark joined the league in the Georgias Shadows when they Descended, and they stayed there for a while! It took them until Season 23 to exit the Shadows, and they decided to spend the whole season going back and forth. But they ended the season on the rotation, and stayed there until the end of Season 24. They have the Alternate and Negative modifications, a Jersey, and 9.1 stars in total. Their overall SO/BB is 0.67.

DALLAS STEAKS

FALLEN: Archie Lampman (wiki / blaseball reference)

HISTORY: Yes, Archie Lampman is another player that hasn't seen any active play, BUT! They are very interesting, because they are actually a player that debuted in Blaseball Pre-History! They were a member of the Mallorca Whales before the whole team got incinerated. In Season 21, they briefly haunted Kennedy Loser, and therefore has seen a single inning of active play. In Season 22, they joined the Tigers' shadows after the incineration of Yong Wright. They have the Unstable modification and 11.3 stars in total. On account of the fact that they struck out in the single inning they played, they have a tragic BA of 0.00.

And that is everyone! If I messed anything up please feel free to correct me! Writing about 24 players that I am not an expert on, most of it in the middle of the night, certainly leaves much room for error. I hope to do this next week, with the next Fall, so stay tuned for that! And I hope this was helpful!

[forever-rogue]

If you're looking for Bucky requests, may I perhaps request something to do with Dad!Bucky? Like maybe he's surprised on how much his kid (I always see him with a daughter but that's just me) grabs onto his metal hand when they're walking or just gravitates towards it more than his flesh hand and he's always throwing major heart eyes whenever the child does this. 🥺

A/N: Dad!Bucky? Please I’m so heckin’ soft right now - no one touch me 🥺

Pairing: n/a

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

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"Daddy!" Bucky was pulled back into reality as he looked up from the ground. A small flock of pigeons had gathered around him as he fed them some seed. They were cooing and chirping happily at him and in some ways had become steadfast friends over the years. But when he looked up and found his daughter grinning and waving at him, his entire heart melted, "daddy! Come and catch me!"

Sofia displayed a gap-toothed grin,  her dark curls windswept and blue eyes wide and excited. She was his little clone in almost every single way. You'd told him that since the day she was born and, almost as if you had a sixth sense, you'd insisted that she would cling to him like glue. You'd been right. Very right.

He couldn’t help but grin as he watched her running around, attempting to catch some butterflies as Falcon, the beloved family dog, followed closely behind. You’d had him since before she was born and they were thick as thieves.  Quickly pulling out his phone, he made sure to snap a few photos of them to send to you before getting up and chasing after her. He was on solo-father duties today as you had a few things for work you had to attend to that day.

Of all the things in the world Bucky thought he would ever have, a family of his own was never one of them.

But as he ran after his daughter, making quick work of catching up to her little legs, and swooped her up in his arms, a wave of peace and calm washed over him. She squealed in delight as she tried to squirm out of his arms, Falcon barking happily at the two of them.

“I’ve got you, little monster,” he peppered gentle kisses over her face as she giggled and attempted to wrap her small arms around his neck, “so easily defeated, little one. One day you’ll be strong enough to fight me off.”

“I don’t want to, daddy,” she insisted as she snuggled against his chest, “I like when you hold me. Besides, my legs are getting tired.”

A lump welled up in his throat at her little declaration; in some ways he wished that Sofia would stay this young and carefree forever. But in others, he couldn’t wait for her to grow up and reach different milestones that he could help her grow through. He still struggled, here and there, with the idea that he was actually good and hoped in some ways that raising her would give him the chance to prove to the world he could do good. Perhaps it would prove it more to himself than anyone else, but that was beside the point. He just wanted to be a good father, just as he worked to be a good husband.

He already was - the best ever - you had consistently told him such. Nothing you’d ever done that had shown him otherwise. It was something he still found to be a miracle at times.

“That’s what happens when you’re a shrimp,” he laughed softly as he kissed the top of her head, “one day, you’ll be tall and running over me. But that’s a long time from now - want to get ice cream before we go home?”

“Yes,” she grinned and looked at him with wide, ocean blue eyes, “mommy said no ice cream though...she said I had too much when I went to Uncle Sam’s the other day.”

“Mommy isn’t here right now,” he put a finger up to his lips and whispered softly, “it’ll be our little secret, okay?”

“I thought secrets were bad, daddy!”

“Only when they hurt other people,” he slowly set her back down and smoothed out her wild curls, “we don’t keep important secrets to ourselves and we don’t do anything to hurt others, yes?”

“Yes!”

“Exactly - and us getting ice cream doesn’t hurt anyone,” he reminded her as the little girl nodded eagerly, “we’ll make sure to brush your teeth extra well and then we’ll bring some home for mommy too. She can’t be mad then, right?”

“She loves ice cream too,” Sofia insisted as Bucky laughed, “we can all get ice cream! Falcon too!”

“Maybe not Falcon,” Bucky into his jacket pocket and fished out Falcon’s leash before clipping it onto his collar, “he can’t eat the same food as us, baby. But we can stop and get him a special treat too at the pet store. We can do that first, get our ice cream, and walk home. Mommy should be back by then too.”

“Okay daddy,” as soon as he straightened back up, he held out his hand to her, expecting that she’d gravitate towards the warmth and gentleness his normal hand offered her. Instead, she reached for the black and gold vibranium of his left side and clung onto it without reservation. She held onto him as tightly as possible, giving him an expectant look with a happy smile.

In some ways, he shouldn’t have been surprised at all. She’d never, even as a baby or toddler, had shown any fear or hesitation when it came to his vibranium arm. When she was tiny, even smaller than she was now, she didn’t understand the difference. She just knew that daddy has a different arm, but she’s never questioned it or made any sort of situation out of it. Even when people would stare, whether they knew of his past or not, Sofia was never phased. In turn, it gave Bucky the confidence not to care either.

You’d started the process of slowly helping to get him comfortable with being who he was, not hiding from the world, and the small girl had aided as well. These days he was able to go out without fear or worry about how he looked. He wasn’t anyone or anything he was just...Bucky. Bucky the husband, Bucky the father, occasionally Bucky the sidekick to Capitan America. And it felt good. For once in his long life, he was just a normal man.

And frankly, that was all he had ever wanted. What a thought - the man that had been through hell and back, several times, and all he wanted was a quiet and peaceful life. It had been a long time coming, but now that he had it, he didn’t plan on ever letting it go.

“Daddy?” Sofia asked softly as she started walking and noticed he wasn’t coming, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he promised softly. Bucky squeezed her hand gently before taking a step forward with her and Falcon quickly matching his stride, “Sofia?”

“Yes?”

“How come you never ask about my arm?” if he didn’t ask, curiosity would kill the cat. Typical Bucky Barnes, he knew you would say, asking a mere child for an explanation of something much more complex than anyone of her age would understand.

“Your arm?” her little brows knitted together as she looked up and gave him a confused look.

“You have to have noticed it’s different,” he shrugged as they walked out of the park, “it’s metal - vibranium - no one else has one like it.”

“That’s okay, daddy,” she stopped and quickly turned his hand over in hers, tracing over the palm gently, “it’s pretty. And it’s okay to be different! Mommy always says that and you do too. It doesn’t matter what anyone looks like, as long as they have good hearts. Right? If you’re kind and nice, nothing else matters!”

“Yes,” he felt himself getting choked up again as she started to race along the sidewalk, attempting to pull him with her. Sage wisdom from a five-year-old, “you’re absolutely right. I love you, little monster.”

“I know! I love you too, daddy,” she grinned, “now hurry up before they run out of all the good ice cream!”

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[ghost-in-the-hall]

Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves (Medieval! Powerwolf x Fem! Princess! Reader) - Part II

WARNINGS: None

Part I - Part III

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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“She seems a lot happier since Sir Charles has started to visit her during the day.” You strolled side by side around the castle grounds with your older sister. You hum in agreement, folding your hands neatly in front of you as you walk.

“I think his tales of adventure really lift her spirits.” You respond with a smirk. “I think all of us yearn for a little more danger in our lives.” She laughs in response to your statement.

“Maybe you do, but some of us prefer a more predictable lifestyle.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, leave it to the eldest to always have to be the perfect daughter. No matter how proper and responsible she tried to be, you knew that under the mask she wore the two of you wanted similar things. You yearned for something different than the only life you had ever known; somewhere you could live your life freely without the neverending list of rules you had been accustomed to, somewhere exciting, somewhere with people that you didn’t have to filter your personality for.

“Please, you think that Duke you’re scheduled to marry is about as interesting as sitting through a portrait painting.” You rebuttal with an uninterested glance.

“Yes… Well, at least the painters offer interesting conversations.” She sighs with a chuckle. Both of your attentions are caught by the sound of someone retrieving an arrow from their quiver. You both stared on as he raised his bow, the arrow whizzing straight into the center of the target effortlessly. He readied himself once more, shooting off another arrow that split the first one clean in half. A triumphant smile crossed his face as he pushed a gloved hand through his hair, you were hypnotized by the sight of him. Your sister leans in closer to whisper something in your ear. “You know, I’m sure Sir Falk would be honored if the Princess wanted to watch him train.” She offers with a grin, your eyes dart up to meet hers. She nods in his direction, your attention drifts back to him as he heads to retrieve his arrow from the target. You took a single step forward, your body moving on its own, surely it wouldn’t hurt just to watch. You found yourself striding over to him, freezing as his gaze lands on you as you exit the tree covered path.

“Your Highness, what do I owe the pleasure?” He crosses an arm over his chest, giving you a low bow.

“I,” you cleared your throat as you struggled to find your voice. “I saw you training while I was on a walk, your skills are really impressive.” Your compliment is meant with a bashful smile, he gives you a slight nod.

“Well thank you for the compliment Princess, it means a lot coming from you.” You can’t help but blush under his warm gaze. He glances down at the bow at his side and then back up at you. “Would you like to give it a try?”

“Me?” You ask in disbelief, he nods with a soft laugh. “Oh, I appreciate the offer Sir Falk but I’ve never handled a weapon in my life.”

“Okay, if you’re positive.” He smirks, retrieving another arrow. “I’d be right by your side the whole time.” It was hard to hide your amused smirk. You held up your hands in defeat as you stepped closer to him. “I knew you had it in you!” He exclaims jovially. He steps behind you, your back pressed firmly against him as he helps you nock an arrow. You attempted to draw the bow yourself, your muscles shaking as you barely pulled it back halfway. Falk chuckles, resting his hands on top of yours in order to assist you. With his help you drew the bow effortlessly, the weapon a clear extension of his body from what must have amounted to decades of practice. “You’re shaking.” He points out with a smirk. How could you not be? Your body pressed tightly into his, warm hands covered your own, his chin tucked itself neatly next to your ear. The smell of wild flowers, dirt, and musk enthralled your sense of smell. “Take a nice deep breath and hold it.” He tells you in a tone just above a whisper. You did as he instructed, taking in as much air as you could before holding your breath. You noticed yourself instantly steady, Falk assisting you in lining up your shot. “Let go… Now.” The drawstring slipped past your fingertips, a sharp sting where it snapped against the inside of your elbow as it sent the shot. The arrow hit the dead center of the target, the tail rocking back in forth as it stuck out of the small red circle. You look up at him to find his eyes already trained on you, “excellent shot, Your Highness.” Watching the smile spread across his lips caused you to blush. You stepped away from him, clearing your throat in an attempt to hide your flustered state.

“That was, um… Thank you, Sir Falk.” You wanted the earth to swallow you up as you tripped over your words. You heard the sound of your fathers voice in the distance. You allowed yourself one last moment to take the sight of him in. “Excuse me, I unfortunately have to go.” He offers you a polite nod and one last smile before you run off. You managed to slip into the castle before your father realized what you had been up to, hurrying around to a spot you could see the courtyard from to hopefully allow you to watch his practice from afar. You perched yourself on a windowsill, watching him flip a knife effortlessly around in his hand before tossing it, it stuck into the target with a loud thunk. He adjusted the strap on his gloves, his attention suddenly getting caught by someone approaching him. He gives a low bow as your father emerges into the clearing.

"Sir Falk, I'm glad I caught you. I have a favor to ask." Your father slaps him on the shoulder, raising him to a standing position. You can't help but smile at the interaction, he always seemed to have somewhat of a soft spot for the archer.

"Anything at all, Your Grace." Falk returns your father's jovial greeting with a toothy grin of his own.

"It's been a while since my daughters have gotten to take their horses out, my youngest has been begging me incessantly for weeks." He chuckles. "I was hoping you would be able to accompany them on a ride up a nearby trail and back."

"It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty." He agrees with a nod. "They'll all be in excellent hands with me." He reassures him. Your father knew exactly who he was asking to complete this task. 

"I'm sure they will be." Your father gives him a knowing grin. Falk was an infamous ranger known throughout the country, not to mention an expert rider, you couldn't be in safer hands if you tried. The next day you found yourself sitting at your vanity, fussing over every little detail you could find. You let out a startled shriek as your sister started speaking behind you.

"Alright, what's going on with you?" She leans against the wall at your side, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're never one to get all dressed up to go on a ride."

"I just feel like putting in a little extra effort today, that's all." You fix your hair for what must have been the millionth time in the mirror before deciding how you look would have to do. You both hurried out of your room to meet the others down at the stables. The moment Falk's eyes landed on you a smile broke out on his face, your stride paused momentarily under his gaze.

"Your majesties." He gives both of you a bow before helping your sister get situated on her horse. Your three younger siblings sat and idly chatted at the stables exit, waiting for you and your guard to catch up. "Is everything alright Princess? Forgive me for being so blunt, but you look a bit nervous." You can't help but smile at his concern.

"Can I speak honestly?" He nods, drifting closer to you subconsciously. "I'm not exactly the greatest rider, horses frighten me a little." You whisper, blushing slightly as you admit a secret only you and your father knew about. You watch his smile widen ever so slightly, his fingers running through your horse's mane and carefully untangling any knots he found.

"I can understand where your apprehension comes from." He chuckles, giving the animal a firm pat on his back. "This guy's massive, but he's very well trained." The coat that passed below your fingers was incredibly soft. "Besides," your eyes drift up to meet Falk's, "as long as I'm here I won't let anything bad happen to you Princess, you have my word." You look to your horse and then back to him, giving him a sharp nod to show you were ready. He knelt down, allowing you to use his leg as an extra step to help you hoist yourself into the saddle, struggling to adjust your dress around the bridle. Falk stands, motioning to your skirt, "may I?" You nod, pulling your hands back so they wouldn't get in his way. He helps you get comfortable, before handing the reins to you. "Take it nice and easy, I'll be right behind you." He says with a comforting smile before hoisting himself up into his own saddle with one swift motion. You shouldn't have been shocked, riding was second nature to him, but you couldn't stop your eyes widening in amazement at the sheer fluidity of his movements. You give your horse a gentle squeeze with your legs, jolting slightly as he starts to move forward. You joined your sisters, the four of you starting down your usual riding trail. You looked around, suddenly realizing you were missing someone.

"She's journeying to the Duke's with Sir Attila." Your youngest sister chimes in seeing your confusion. You nod, your posture stiffening at the sound of your horse snorting. You looked back, catching Falk's gaze in the process. He was keeping far enough back to where he could still keep an eye on the four of you but not close enough to where he could listen in on your conversation with your sisters, something you were very fortunate for at the moment. "You know… Sir Falk hasn't been able to keep his eyes off you since you arrived." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her observation.

"Oh, is that why you're all made up today?" One of the others pipes up with a giggle. "I think someone knew who would be riding with us today." She teases.

"I don't have the faintest idea what you could be talking about." You tried to remain stoic, but being with the people who knew you better than anyone else made things difficult. The smallest crack in your composure would be a dead giveaway, something they had apparently already noticed.

"You know, next time you're trying to hide your little crush, maybe don't let us catch you staring." You hear one of them say behind you with a laugh. Your cheeks heated up, you were definitely guilty of that, playing off your flustered state with a laugh.

"That's rich coming from the woman I have caught multiple times with Sir Matthew's-"

"Okay, that's enough!" She cuts you off before you have a chance to finish eliciting a chorus of giggles from the group. You caught the briefest flash of red fur, probably a fox darting across the trail, but that was enough to spook your horse. He squeals, rearing up on his hind legs. You grab on to whatever you possibly could, just trying to keep yourself from plummeting to the ground. The second his hooves hit the ground he took off.

"(Y/N)!" You hear Falk yell behind you. No matter what you tried you couldn't calm your horse down, the sharp sting of branches whipping across your face clouding your judgment. You could always try to jump, no that was ridiculous. The trail you were on was narrow, there's no telling what you would hit once you landed on the ground. Your horse was also moving so incredibly fast that you were positive you would break a bone on impact. You had to think, there had to be something you could do. "(Y/N)!" You were snapped from your thoughts by Falk yelling your name at your side. Your head snapped in his direction. "I need you to trust me, can you do that?" You give him a weak nod. He rides closer to you, grabbing you by the waist and ripping you from your saddle and sitting you in his lap. You cling to him, cheeks wet with tears that you hadn't realized were there. "You're alright, I got you." He says through heavy breaths. You watch as he pulls back on the reins, slowing you to a gentle trot. He cradles your body against his, chin resting on your head as he circled around to bring you back to your sisters. "Are you alright? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No… I'm alright, but, my horse-"

"I'll go get him Princess, don't worry." You were shaking, your hands fisted in his shirt in an attempt to calm yourself down.

"I'm sorry, I made a terrible mess of our ride." Your voice breaks slightly as you fight back a sob that had bubbled its way into your throat.

"Oh goodness, don't worry about that." His voice was undeniably kind as he spoke to you softly. "Etan has bolted on me like that before." He chuckles, patting the horse's neck. "You did everything right, you kept a level head despite how terrified you must have been." You smile faintly, your eyes growing heavy now that the adrenaline has worn off. You felt so safe and warm in his arms. Your attention was captured by your sisters fussing over you as the two of you came into view. "She's alright your majesties, don't worry. She's just a little shaken up." You make no movement to leave Falk's side as your sisters ride up to you, questions coming from every direction, the youngest looking ready to burst into tears any second.

"Ducky, I'm alright." You reach out and pat her head. "Falk promised before he left that nothing bad would happen as long as he was here." You giggle, trying to reassure her.

"Alright, let's get you four back, I think our runaway here deserves a chance to rest." He smiles down at you, your sisters turning to head back up the trail out of the corner of your eye. "I'll go look for your horse once I drop you off at the castle, he'll be back in the stable before nightfall." The two of you shift positions, your head now comfortably resting against his back. You held his sleeve tightly in your hand, he seemed to be the one thing that was able to ground your racing mind at the moment. He slipped effortlessly from his horse once you were safely back at the castle, offering his hand to help you down. You watched him as he rode off towards the woods once more, a feeling of helplessness settling in your chest once he was out of view. You retired to your quarters with the excuse of needing to rest after so much excitement. You sat by your window, diligently watching the entrance to the trail for Falk's return. You wanted to thank him properly for saving you today. When you saw him exit the trail, your horse in tow, you found yourself hesitating. You wished your sister was here, she would be the first to tell you how irrational you were being right now. You let out a frustrated groan, dropping your head into your hands. You wanted to thank him, yes, but it was more than that. The entire ride home you had one nagging thought in the back of your head. You divulged a fear to him, he had saved your life, but not once had he ever seemed to pity you. Every member of the court, visitor to your kingdom, even your own parents, they all treated you like some frail baby bird. You were sick of it. You planned exactly what you were going to say to him, knowing how strange this would sound coming from one of the princesses. You headed down to the courtyard to find him practicing, a soft smile forming on your lips at the sight.

"Sir Falk." He drops his bow immediately, turning in your direction.

"Ah, if it isn't the runaway!" He chuckles, taking a couple steps closer to you. "Princess, how are you feeling?"

"I'm alright, I wanted to come thank you for earlier." You fidgeted nervously with your hands, all the resolve you had built up practicing in the mirror dissolving the second his gaze landed on your face. "I also wanted to ask a favor, if that's alright."

"For you Princess, anything." He gives you a toothy grin you can't help but return.

"I'd like you…" you cursed internally as you stumbled through your words. "I was hoping you could train me."

"Train you?" He crosses his arms over his chest, a perplexed expression on his face as he ponders over your question. You pursed your lips, looking down at the ground to hopefully ease your flustered mind.

"I'm sick of feeling helpless… I want to be a mercenary… like you." Your voice came out soft, much different than the firm diction you held with your reflection. Falk could tell by your words that this wasn't some silly daydream you wanted to pursue. He could tell by your expression that you didn't just want him to train you, you needed him to. Sure, training a Princess wasn't going to be an easy feat, but since when had he ever turned down a challenge?

"Training starts tomorrow, meet me here at noon." He chuckles, returning to his target practice. You nod, unable to hide your elated smile as you turned to leave. "Oh, your highness?" You glanced back at him, a playful smirk on his lips. "I want you to know, just because you're of royal blood doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you." You chuckle, you knew he was the perfect man for the job.

"I didn't expect you to."

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[sta7z]

Coloring Books and Napping Nooks! Chrissy Cunningham x Fem! Reader (Pt. 2)

🍓๑ï Warnings/Summary ๑ï🍓 🧁 Mentions of Eating Disorder 🧁 Chrissy being sad :[ 🧁Comfort 🧁 LOADS of fluff

❀𓂃𖡼.𖤣𖥧.🍰🍯🌱(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*🧸🧁🐛.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓂃❀

You put on the outfit Chrissy got you and did your hair. Chrissy surprised you last night with the Picnic supplies for the date. You had to be ready in a few minutes, Jason was coming over to drop you two off at the park. You grabbed your wallet, Walkman, and your newest toy! You decided ‘Chrissy jr’ would be a better name, so things wouldn’t get confusing. You weren’t regressed but you decided to bring the Hello Kitty coloring books you got for your birthday a while ago.

Jason had somewhere to go so he left the key and car with Chrissy. Gosh she looked absolutely stunning, you barely could say anything. “Am I too overdressed? I tried finding the most casual thing I could! I’ll still be able to be active in this outfit it’s just- my mom said I didn’t look good In the others…” You hugged your girlfriend oh-so tight. When you let go you looked at her with almost glossy eyes, gosh she’s so ravishing, you could barely focus. She knew that look more than anyone, she blushed a deep red. “You look beautiful too Y/N”

❀𓂃𖡼.𖤣𖥧.🍓🍞🦋(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*🐥🧺🥖.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓂃❀

You two arrived at the park and set up everything. You grabbed your colored pencils and began coloring. After a while you got hungry and decided to pull some food out the basket, you were surprised to see freshly baked bread. You knew Chrissy could cook but not like this. “Chrissy this smells AMAZING!!” She chuckled “Here cupcake, let me cut it for you.” She cut you a peice of the sweet smelling bread, you took one bite and suddenly it was gone. “Chrissy it’s so good!! You should have a slice!” Chrissy hesitated for a moment “No sweetheart it’s okay! I wanted to feed the ducks at the lake over there so it’s better if I don’t-“ You stuffed the rest of the bread into Chrissy’s mouth while she was talking. “OH! Thif is sho good mmh!” She exclaimed while chewing. ”You didn’t try it, at all?” You chuckled. Chrissy swallowed “No I didn’t, bread’s got a lot of carbs yknow?” The two of you went silent for a while. The ducks arrived, probably smelling the savory aroma of the bread. The two of you fed the crumbs to the wild creatures. “Cupcake, look! The poor thing…” you looked over to where Chrissy was pointing. Laying on top of your cow plush was a little yellow duckling. You gasped “Babe, look!” And in one of Chrissy’s shirt pockets, yet another duckling. Chrissy gently picked up the duckling and sat it next to the other. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll wash the MooMoo when we get home.” She whispered, not wanting to wake the fluffy yellow birdies. You nodded, gaze focused on the ducks.

❀𓂃𖡼.𖤣𖥧.🧺🐑🍰(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*🍓🍯🍵.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓂃❀

“Mommy?” Chrissy hummed in response “I thirsty. Dwink pwease?” Chrissy reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a thermal cup, she then pulled a tea cup. “Will you hold this for a moment cutie pie?” You nodded and held the cup steady. The steaming liquid of the tea flowed into the cup, but what was that… “flowers?” You questioned. “Oh yes, it’s a recipe a couple of hippies showed me. It’s really good though! Just let me add one more thing…” she pulled out a glass jar with a wooden lid, it was fairly small but filled to the brim with honey. She picked up the Bee-hive shaped ladle and drizzled honey into your cup. You stirred it around a bit and took a sip. It tasted absolutely heavenly. “Slow down!” She laughed “You don’t wanna burn yourself Cupcake!” You giggled.

The two ducklings perked up after a while. Quaking and waddling around the Pink picnic blanket set on the grass. The two grabbed the foot and arm of Chrissy Jr and tried to hull it away. “Hey! That’s not yours!” Chrissy shouted playfully, gently grabbing the ducks away. “Little thieves” she murmured under her breath. You finished your second cup of tea, “can we keep ‘em?” “No baby, they gotta go home to their mama!” The two ducklings snuggled up to the Strawberry cow. “They think Moomoo is their mama” you laughed. “Chwissy!” You fussed, “you gotta eat, pwease?” You looked at her plate full of cookies and a few strawberries. “Stawbewwies good for you!” Chrissy looked sad, and hesitated for a moment. You grabbed her face with your hands and gently pecked her nose. “Listen, you’re so so so beautiful. Really. I don’t have the words for it.”

❀𓂃𖡼.𖤣𖥧.🍰🍯🌱(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*🧸🧁🐛.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓂃❀

Some time passed, the two of you finished coloring and listening to music. “How does it look?” Your girlfriend said, holding up her coloring page. You yawned “Really really pretty! You did Noble Heart Horse!! My favorite!” She smiled, “Baby you seem pretty tired, we should get going.” You didn’t want to leave. And what about your ducky friends? But sleep kept looming over you. You nodded as the two of you stood up and began putting away the picnic supplies. Once Chrissy finished you reached up both arms to her. “You want uppies cutie pie?” You nodded vigorously. “Okay okay!” She said lifting you up. As she walked you to the car you were half asleep and said, “so… pwetty.”