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woodsexplored · 8 months ago

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WERE YOU WAITING AT OUR OLD SPOT. IN THE TREE LINE BY THE GOLD CLOCK. DID I LEAVE YOU HANGING EVERY SINGLE DAY?

oliver jackson-cohen, homosexual, cis man + he/him → isn’t that ewan daniel augustine? i hear that they're the woodsman from little red riding hood. i hear they’re 36. they seem to be strong & balanced, but also gruff & abrasive. their aesthetics include the smell of chopped wood and the outdoors, cozy sweaters and warm fireplaces, rough hands and sharpened axes.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ EWAN DANIEL AUGUSTINE. ] NICKNAME: [ THE WOODSMAN. THE HUNTER. ] AGE: [ 36 ] GENDER: [ MALE ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] FAIRYTALE: [ THE WOODSMAN, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. ] ETHNICITY: [ ENGLISH. ] RELIGION: [ AGNOSTIC. ] LANGUAGE, IN ORDER OF PROFICIENCY: [ ENGLISH ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ BIROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ DOM ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ TOP-VERSE ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBD. ] PARENTS: [ TBA. ] SIBLINGS: [ redacted. ] FRIENDS: [ TBA. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN ] EYE COLOUR: [ SEA GREEN ] HAIR COLOUR: [ BROWN ] HEIGHT: [ 2.02 METRES ] BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, LEAN BUFF ] FACIAL HAIR: [ LIGHT SCRUFF CENTRED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ NONE. ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ VARIOUS SCARS ON HIS ARMS, TORSO AND LEGS FROM DEADLY AND LARGE ANIMALS LURKING IN THE WOODS ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ tba. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ tba.]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ WOODSMART. VERY IN TUNE WITH NATURE. CAN TRACK PREY AND PREDATOR WELL. NOT TOO WELL-READ. ] LIKES: [ AXES. WOOD. THE FOREST. ] DISLIKES: [ WOLVES. ] ALIGNMENT: [ NEUTRAL GOOD ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ STEADFAST, STRONG, BALANCED, DETERMINED, FARSIGHTED ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ GRUFF, ABRASIVE, CRITICAL ]

COMBAT INFORMATION

WEAPONS: [ AXES. BOW AND ARROW. ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ THE SMELL OF CHOPPED WOOD AND THE OUTDOORS, COZY SWEATERS AND WARM FIREPLACES, ROUGH HANDS AND SHARPENED AXES. PETRICHOR. LUSH GREENY. THORNY BUSHES. THE UNKNOWN FOREST. A SINGLE LONE FLOWER GROWING IN THE UNDERBUSH. FLANNEL SHIRTS. WOODSLAND CREATURES. ] INSPO: [ TBA. ] LYRICAL INSPO: [ ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET?, ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET?, ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET?, ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS? // MY HOUSE OF STONE, YOUR IVY GROWS AND NOW I'M COVERED IN YOU. // LIFE WAS A WILLOW AND IT BENT RIGHT TO YOUR WIND. ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ BREEDING. COLLARS. LEASHES. VERBAL FEMINISATION. CHOKING. PUBLIC. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. FACE FUCKING. COCK WARMING. PRAISE. WORSHIP. OBJECTIFICATION. DEGRADATION. HUMILIATION. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

[ wip ]

ewan had to put down a friend that the wolf had turned previously and lost control. resented the wolf since.

red riding hood's grandfather got eaten by the wolf and woodsman saved him by using his axe to cut the wolf open and pull the old man out.

he doesn’t see himself as a killer so there was no reason to confirm the kill once he got grandfather out. the deed was done, the grandfather rescued and the wolf assumed dead. woodsman needed to tend to his wounds and the old man so the woodsman left the cabin and carried the grandfather out.

when he eventually finds out the wolf is still alive, woodsman is confronted w the fact and dilemma of whether he’d actually hunt and try to kill wolf if there’s no one to actively save. basically asking himself if it’s for vengeance or preventing more tragedy.

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sunnydaleherald · 2 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, May 9th

Ms. Beakman: Papers on my desk. Anybody tries to leave without giving me a paper is looking at a failing grade. Xander: (holding his paper) Ha, ha, ha. This time I'm ready for you. No 'F' for Xander today. No, this baby's my ticket to a sweet D-minus.

~~Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Favorite Flavor by fatalfae (Angel/Spike, E)

The Knight of Cups by Greensword101 (Angel/Drusilla/Spike, T)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Not Just a Study Session, Chapter 11 by simply365tsll (Buffy/Spike, E)

Firebell in the Night, Chapter 128 by TheLightdancer (Willow/Tara, E)

The joining of souls, Chapter 20 by Delfyne_Gwenn (Buffy, Tolkien crossover, not rated)

Keep Me Here, Chapter 8 by thisyearsgrrl (Buffy/Faith, E)

Corrigendo Tabulam, Chapter 51 by lyrical_echoes (Willow/Tara, not rated)

The Blood Of A Slayer, Chapter 4 by Cosmic__Cowgirl (Buffy/Giles, E)

Buffy and the Slayer, Season 1, Chapter 6 by SunnydaleSentinel (Buffy & Dawn, T)

Drawn to you, Chapter 3 by SidneyPrescottFan (Kennedy & Dawn, Buffy/Faith, M)

Once More Without Failing, Chapter 4 by storiwr (Buffy/Faith, M)

Shared Skin, Chapter 6 by Sting99 (Buffy/Faith, E)

The Karate Chick, Chapter 1 by storiwr (Buffy/Tara, M)

The Witch, the Scholar, and the Spirit, Chapter 13 by perfectlyGoodInk (Willow & Scoobies, T)

Dusk's Haven, Chapter 4 by TwilightChild (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Have a Little Faith, Chapter 7 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Can't Get No Satisfaction, Chapter 5 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Animal I Have Become, Chapter 4 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Nothing New, Chapter 2 by number1angirl (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Worst Nights, Chapter 1 by TwilightChild (Buffy/Spike, R)

Akashic Advantage, Chapter 43 by beanseh (OC & Ensemble, Dungeons & Dragons crossover, FR18)

Float by Grief, Chapter 11 Counseling (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

This Saturday (and Every Subsequent Saturday for All of Eternity), Chapters 14-15 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, R)

I Spy, Chapter 6 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: You have to do the ritual in a tutu by yarboyandy (worksafe)

Artwork: lesbians for s1 willow ❤️🧡🤍🩷💜 by maccadot (Buffy & Willow, worksafe)

Artwork: Spike sketch by nightstar-appreciation (worksafe)

Artwork: Kendra, Drusilla and the Sword of Damocles by sideartblog999 (worksafe)

Artwork: Kendra by sideartblog999 (worksafe)

Artwork: Spike WIP by youhavethesun (worksafe)

Gifset: 1x07 ➠ 3x07 by anjelia3

Gifset: Buffy Summers hair appreciation — Season Three by clarkgriffon

Gifset: Alyson Hannigan as WILLOW ROSENBERG by whatisyourchildhoodtrauma

Fanvid: Glitter - Willow and Buffy edit by Finn

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - Kiss It Better By Rihanna by Nakia Littlejohn

Fanvid: Dracula and Spike, huh kablooey (Melancholic Chevaliers - Bridges pre a-ha) by Mary KononenKo

Fanvid: Buffy Summers | She's a Genius by SweetAndBitterCherry

Fanvid: Buffy and Faith: The vampire slayers 1999-2003 by Married to Faith

Video: Reimagined Opening Credits - Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Madasyn Golding

Video: Scoobies Go to Work?! | Buffy the Vampire Slayer EP. 2 | Sims 4 Let's Play by DannieMarieSims

Roleplay video: Buffy The Vampire Slayer by Goremaid

Roleplay video: Giles meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer by Role Play Riot

[Reviews & Recaps]

Rewatch: S1 E6 - The Pack by AnnaRowyn

Podcast video: Angel S01E03 "In the Dark" Spoiler Review by LGRN - Entertainment

Podcast video: Buffy's Angels: Hell Bound by The Franchise: A Film Podcast

Podcast video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season 4 Episode 10 - Hush by Sh*t 90s Shows Taught Me

Podcast video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season Five, Episode Six: Family by Slayed! The Buffyverse Revisited Podcast

Podcast video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Season 1) (TV Series Review) by BuffySummersSlayer

Podcast video: Buffy's Angels: Unleashed by The Franchise: A Film Podcast

Podcast video: S5E10: Into The Woods by One Girl in All the World

Podcast video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 2 Recap + JerAwards by JerBear Reacts

Podcast: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1992) with Jen Barclay by The Best Little Horror House in Philly

Podcast: Once more with feeling - 6x6 All The Way (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) by Nerd Subculture Podcast

Podcast: Once More, With Spoilers: 2.01 When She Was Bad | A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Podcast by Buffering: A Rewatch Adventure

Podcast: SPDM TV - Buffy the Vampire Slayer with Iris Wilson-Farley by SPDM Crew

Podcast: Buffy Talks ep 8 feat WhenLogicDies by Beware the Moon Podcast

Podcast: Episode 138: Lessons by Myth Taken: A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Podcast

Blog: Top Twenties: My Favorite Buffys by Sean Bugg

[Recs]

Fic Rec: do you wanna break bread with me [Spike & Dawn, T] by by chasingfictions recced by inmyownlittlecorner5

Fic search: What is THE Fuffy fic? [with recs in the notes] by leeandr01d

[Fandom Discussions]

buffy comes back in s6, except she gets to keep some things by camellcat

Fuffy/Faith thoughts by coraniaid

[Why Buffy would totally choose to dress like that] by loki-zen

Is it so much to ask for to want to see people showing love to Spike without shitting on Angel? To show love to Angel without shitting on Spike? by somekindofadeviant

How many Sunnydale residents come across a previously normal-seeming person donning an all-black-and-leather makeover by sspoike

Something I so appreciate about Angel is that he knew that Jenny was a part of the clan that cursed him by desicat-writer

I see the hyena possession thing the same way I see vampiric transition in BTVS by femmedefandom

I’m going to keep a running log on how much time Angel and Buffy actually spend together by femmedefandom

Asexual (biromantic) Cordelia Chase headcanons by hersterical

Buffy the Vampire Slayer uses character foils to give the audience a better understanding of Buffy and her unique situation by izukutears

the angel and buffy kiss scene made no sense by professeurm

if it was angelus instead of spike during the attempted rape on buffy by professeurm

The assertion that spike is the 2nd worst vampire ever is ridiculous by anonymous and professeurm

reminder that angel was also a victim of abuse by xaeyrnofnbe

The Great Season 8 Re-read continued by Priceless and Stoney

After what Angel has done for Faith do you think she is in love with him deep down? by FallenAngel00

Buffy/Satsu continued by multiple posters

HOT TAKE: Angel should have a spinoff animated series by Agile-Argument56

Gunn made his debut 25 years ago (S1EP20) by otomen39

Just started [AtS] season 3! [on Spuffy/Bangel ship wars] by iemreal

question about faith and angel by Royal-Tangelo-5895

What moment from ANGEL hit you the hardest? by JuicySmalss

I've Finally Finished [AtS] Season 4... What a Ride by Rajsroom

What type of spells was Willow using in All the Way and Smashed? by redskinsguy

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Xander appreciation post by Ill-Explanation-5059

Shouldn't Giles be revered by the council? by Antique_Beyond

Name something you hate and love about Anya⚔️ by SamTheMarioMaster2

Charisma Carpenter as Cordelia Chase by Lopsided-Issue-8116

compared to your first and last rewatch of buffy, is there any opinions that you have changed by Royal-Tangelo-5895

Is there any plot lines or just an episode you may not understand by Royal-Tangelo-5895

If the Scoobies had checked to see where Buffy was [after she died]? by redskinsguy

if angel was still brought back in s3 and stayed til s7 in buffy what would you of liked to happen IF he stayed the entire show by Royal-Tangelo-5895

Does anyone else wish we wouldve gotten alot more scenes with buffy and angel and spike by Royal-Tangelo-5895

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theeccentricraven · 1 year ago

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What is the keeper of Maralla about? Who are the MCs and how did you Come up with this particular WIP?

Thank you for asking 💜 The Keeper of Maralla is a unique type of fantasy world that I haven't seen before myself in any book or film. The story was born over a process that began when I was in middle school, when I read one of my earliest fantasy novels - The Gold Unicorn by Tanith Lee. One of my favorite movies as a kid was Willow (still love to this day). After The Gold Unicorn, 7th grader me thought, "What if there was a fantasy world like Willow but with machines?" The idea expanded in high school when the LOTR films came out and I wondered. "What if there was a world like Middle-earth but with modern technology?" I also wondered if it would be possible to make a perfect society? I have an affinity for fairies. I wondered, what if a society could be perfect because it had the constant influence and enchantment of the fairies? I also really love Celtic mythology and listen to Celtic music that portrays Celtic folklore. I also learned about "fairy rings" from a Choose Your Own Adventure book, where the story involved going back in time through a "fairy ring" that was a circle of flowers. I researched and found fairy rings are actually circles of mushrooms. As I gathered ideas like a stewpot, I envisioned the character of Juva, who looked like me, and her friend Maralla who looked like an old friend. How I came up with the name of Maralla is funny - long story short, I misread end credits of a popular BBC series. It all brought me to a point where I got the idea for the story of Juva and Maralla through two songs by Loreena McKennitt. "Stolen Child" envisioned the beginning of the story. "Courtyard Lullaby" envisioned the end of the story.

The story is about Juvara Branika of the Toren clan, called Juva, who starts the story at age 14 (story spans a three year period so she's 17 in the end). She's a farmgirl in Lurisika, a country that adores the fairies. Her clan is sworn to protect their country. Juva is tasked to watch over Maralla, a mysterious teenage girl who was found in a fairy's ring within the Enchanted Lands. Juva later discovers that Maralla is the same Eternal Queen who her ancestors were sworn to protect. The two must now go on a journey to fulfil Maralla's destiny to defeat the resurgence of the dark sorceress Ishanna. They follow a winged unicorn who is supposed to guide them down the right path. They unexpectedly end up in the nation of Lendona, the polar opposite of Luriska with the a long history of war and dark magic. Juva and Maralla end up crossing paths with Jorem, a teenage boy and necromancer, who Juva sees as the enemy before she realizes she's in love with him.

I admit I've long been hesitant to share because it's a different kind of fantasy, but I like to find like minds. I even became more motivated to write it when I saw a YouTube video arguing that fantasy should stay "medieval". I hope my story says otherwise.

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blossom-boo · 6 months ago

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WIP WORD GAME

rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

thank you to @consumingmen for tagging me! other people have tagged me as well but this is the first word i actually have all the letters for ahaha. i received the word PAINT

P - "Please, help us.”

“I shall help you,” the witch answered, “But you shall only have one child. He will be beautiful and smart, and a great fighter in battle. He will be kind and loving, but you will not get to keep him.”

A - At least it’s the last time he’ll ever have to see Bojan in Kris’s collar. He’ll wear the necklace Kris got for him for daywear and Jan will be able to pretend it’s just a chain Bojan likes, cheap dyed brass that’ll eventually leave his skin green around the throat, instead of white gold Kris spent a small fortune on to be designed.

I - In a time so long gone - mountains have since grown and fell; when pears grew into poplars, and willows bloomed into wallflowers; when lambs and wolves were brothers and not foes.

N - Nace throws him a questioning look, to which he shrugs. Then he gets introduced to everyone on the team, most names flying fully over his head with how tired he is. He’ll look everyone up when he gets home.

T - They chat for a few minutes. Bojan admits, then, that he’s looking forward to getting back on ice, and he’s particularly excited about an exercise he saw them do where the players skate on one foot while squatting.

i'm tagging @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare @guggi04 @bacoviaoverdrive and passing on the word SHELF.

#🌼#tag games #great game to actually remind me of my wips i've been neglecting for months. they will all get to you i promise

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palacesims · 2 years ago

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After almost two years of lurking royal simblrs I've decided to share my own royal save! As I'm new to all this please excuse any errors I make along my journey, enjoy my first palace (WIP) and follow it's progress!

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Depicted is the front façade.

As you can see there is a main building as well as add-ons

The main building was apart of the old castle that was torn down to allow for a more grand palace.

It was made in the stasian style of opulence and grandeur popularized by Queen Mother (Often Regarded as empress mother) Anastasia.

As Anastasia is in advanced age the palace is her daughters way of immortalizing her mother who helped keep the kingdom together during the revolt.

The center "main" building was made from the keep of the old castle, new brick was laid over the old and an extra story and roof was added.

The exterior of the build took me around 5 1/2 hours 🥲, My head cannon however is that in game it took around 12,000 sims working hard labor to get the project completed before the Queen Mother Died (still alive).

It was inspired by Buckingham palace, Versailles and the winter palace. Other buildings gave inspiration but those three are what impacted the most.

Some lore here Queen Alexandra is the queen of Österreich, an Austrian/French inspired Kingdom with probably the most fleshed out backstory in this save. Österreich has the territories of Willow creek, newcrest, and magnolia promenade.

Queen Alexandra married the King of Bladen (hentford on Bagley), what the joint lands will be called is not certain but most foreign nations refer to it as the Östro-Bladen Union.

All the gold you see here was mined in Palidos (brinlelton bay), which was once a colony during the rule of her father Emperor Leopold Ⅱ. As one might have guessed a rather violent revolt saw the dissolution of the empire.

The Reason why Österreich lost to such a insignificant revolt is because of two things; 1 they had the element of suprise, allowing them to siege important places and even the imperial palace.

And 2, ocean separates the two, Österreich was unable to get enough troops quick enough to Palidos and by time they did Leopold signed a treaty recognizing the independence of Palidos and the sovereignty of their King in an attempt to avoid execution, it did not work.

During the revolution The Queen Mother and her daughter were safe in Chateau d'If, a "cottage" she made on an island off the coast of Palidos to escape the rigid court of her husband and his unfaithfulness.

Her son was taken prisoner and she quickly dove in to a deep depression refusing to leave the cottage until the Palidians sent ships to conquer the island, The shock made her incapable of fulfilling her regent duties.

This lead to the woman in green above, Princess Casidora the eldest child the the previous king of Österreich to rise to power, and during the regency she was often referred to as Princess Regent (much to her disapproval).

I hope you enjoyed my first ever post and the history my save has! let me know if you'd be interested in more lore! I will probably give palace updates every two days and show portraits of important sims with dialoged below them.

My Plum Tree and Famliy echo for this save will be posted soon, have a lovely day!

#ts4 simblr #ts4 #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 royal simblr #palace #ts4 palace #the sims 4 royal family

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avalynlestrange · 2 years ago

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Evermore Anthology

Masterlist

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Back to The Library (Main Masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs)

Send me an owl post if you have a fic request based on any of the songs below (even the ones that already have a fic!)

Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

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✿ willow

✿ champagne problems

✿ gold rush

✿ 'tis the damn season

✿ tolerate it

✿ no body, no crime

✿ happiness

✿ dorothea

✿ coney island

✿ ivy

✿ cowboy like me

✿ long story short

✿ marjorie

✿ closure

✿ evermore

✿ right where you left me

✿ it's time to go | Draco Malfoy x Reader | ♥️ One-Shot Super Flash Fiction |

Summary: In which you know it’s time to go.

1/17

⳾*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*⳾

#avalynlestrangelists #evermore taylor swift #based on taylor swift songs

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thisisallidream · 11 months ago

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Take Shelter From the Sun, with all the Fates and Shades

Circe x Zagreus fanfic (wip)

Chapter 1

He did it. He finally did it. He escaped. He was free. His breath heaved, lungs stinging with the frosted air as his sweat started to freeze against his skin. Zagreus could barely recognise his father under the blood that coated his bare chest and arms, red and gold mixed. The sound of their clashing weapons still rang out in the field as his father knelt in the snow, slowly bleeding out. The silence was brief.

“Go. Go then. GO! Get out of here! Get out!” He roared with what little strength he had left in him. Zagreus flinched, despite himself. There was hellfire in that voice, anger and bitterness and he had never felt it so directly aimed at him before. His molten gaze stared at the ground and Zagreus’ chest burned with rejection – his father couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge him, not even now, as this immortality dragged him back to the hells. Not even in their final moments.

“Goodbye father” Zagreus tried to keep his voice even. He would not let him know how his contempt wounded him, more so than any swing of his spear. He watched as the snow around his prone form melted to red, water turning to the blood of the river that would deliver the god of the dead back home. The earth swallowed him then, and Zagreus made himself watch as the figure that was his father sank into the ground, disappearing from sight. Only the echo of his last words remained:

“There... is... no... escape.”

And then he was gone. The snow was as pure as before, not even a spot of red marring the pristine blanket of Demeter’s grief made real. Now he was truly, for the first time in his life, completely alone.

“I made it...” He whispered into the world, as if he needed it to acknowledge him, tell him yes, he had done it, this was real and he was real and his mother was real, waiting for him.

He stepped towards that glowing arch, holding his breath, waiting for the godly glow to reject him, just another divine intervention holding him back from the truth. Instead, he slipped through gracefully and all at once. That burnt imprint of his feet had already started to fill with snow.

***

It was dark, wherever he was. His eyes adjusted quickly to the low light, enough to see that he was no longer surrounded by snow. The lush wilds of a forest surrounded him, or at least that is what he assumed. The only nature he was familiar with was the lush landscapes of Elysium, ever green and filled with a constant twilight that made the grass glimmer. But this – the sighing of the willow branches, the brambles and roots that hid small creatures, the sharp scent of flowers he couldn’t name – this was real. Not a shade rendering of life, but the muse itself. He thought of Eurydice briefly, and Orpheus. He understood now, he thought, what drove them to sing.

“Is this...?” He spoke to the air, as if waiting for a voice to beckon him onwards, but there was no reply. This was no wind-swept surface, no frozen land wracked by the cold. “It can’t...” His breath caught in this throat for a moment. Had Nyx been mistaken? Her words rang in his head, her soft reverberating voice soothing him, strengthening him, as it always had.

“Beyond the frozen overlook,” she had said. “Await the first glimpse of the sun to your left, then onward through the cold.”

But there was no overlook, no sign of that fated sun, no cold to march through until he found his mother. His heartbeat quickened with a sudden fear. Had something gone wrong? Had he done something wrong? Had the Fates cursed him as he stepped through that portal? Or, perhaps, had Nyx lied? He shook his head before the thought could take root. She loved him as a son. She was his... what? What was she now to him? And, what now was he to her?

A glint ahead caught his eye, halting the spiral of his thoughts for a moment. The flickering of a flame. Small hope unfurled in his chest again, and he began his journey to that firelight.

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The fear sloshed over me, each wave colder than the last. There were too many sounds, yet it was still so quiet compared to the halls of my father. I was used to the rushing of water, the clamoring of stones, the thick voices of naiads and gods alike ringing loud into the empty passageways.

The still air crawled across my skin and shadows reached out their hands. The feathers of the bed murmured against each other as I moved to squeeze myself against the wall, so that I might be too small for the things in the dark to notice. The shutter-wood creaked like the ropes of ships in a storm. All around me I felt the wild hollows of the island swelling in their dark. At least the birds had stopped their screaming, but that only meant that I could hear more now. A soft rhythmic thud, a shutter that had loosed itself from its clasp. The soft crunch and whisper of leaf under foot. The even pace of a confident stride. I stared into the darkness, straining to hear past the beat of my own blood. Was this my true penance, then? Was it just a politeness to let me believe myself exiled, so that I might be killed more quietly? A silent execution away from the delicate naiads. Or perhaps Aeetes was wrong, and Zeus’s wrath could not be staved, not even by threat of war against the titans. Perhaps he knew, that however strong Helios’s pride, no blood would be shed and no peace truly broken over a wayward child, who was no true heir of the sun, and a daughter at that.

Worst of my children, faded and broken.

“Um, hello?”

I did not think it possible for my heart to beat harder. Fear pinned me and my mind raced, trying to place the voice that had called out. It was not one I’d heard before. Which one of Zeus’s children had been sent to do away with the witch?

“May I come in?”

I was no stranger to staying silent. Many times, I held my tongue, when Perses and Pasiphaë were being cruel, when others complained of my frail voice, or when I simply did not wish to speak. But that was not why I did not answer. I was just simply speechless, as no one had ever in my life asked my permission for, well, anything. Curiosity finally coaxed my voice from the knot in my throat as I stepped out from the sanctuary of my room.

“Who asks for entrance?” I spoke softly, still trained as I was to consider the ears of others who may hear me and grimace at the sound. I bade myself look up, to face the stranger who had come to my door. Their question still resonated within me, and I swelled with some resolution, for this was now my home: I would not cower, not anymore.

Dark hair, black as night, shone in the firelight, wreathed by a laurel crown of scarlet and golden leaves. He stared at me unflinchingly, but despite the hellfire that flamed in his right eye, there was a kindness in him that I had never seen turned upon me before, not even in Aeëtes when he was still small and sweet in my arms. He reminded me of Glaucos as he was before, but this stranger was no mortal. Even if you ignored the oddness of his eyes, there was no way to miss how his feet singed the stone. Despite this, he didn’t glow with divinity like my father or my golden-haired siblings; his was a more subtle power. I could see it in the broadness of his bare chest, the smoothness of his marble skin, the determination of his soul. There was that slight copper smell of blood that followed him when he shifted.

“Oh, right. I should’ve probably introduced myself first.” He smiled softly, and I could see it was a smile he wore often. It fit the shape of his face, like he had been born with it. “My name is Zagreus.” Shyness crept into his expression. “May I ask, is your name...” he fumbled with his words. There was something in his voice that felt familiar, and it coaxed me out further from behind the half-closed door. “Are you Persephone?”

My heart dropped slightly, and, at the time, I did not know why. I had never heard the name before, and so I knew, from the searching look in his gaze, that I would be a disappointment. Though we may have happened upon Aiaíā at the same time, it was not by the Fates design, for he was looking for someone else.

“No. I am Circe.” I said simply.

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Chapter 2

Zagreus hadn’t been sure what he was expecting when he approached the house, but it certainly wasn’t her. He knew before he asked that she wasn’t Persephone – he wasn’t exactly sure where this knowledge came from, only that when he looked at her, his bones told him that this was not his mother. Still, he had asked.

“Circe.” He repeated, trying to bury the sadness, the feeling of failure, that was rising in him. Instead, he focused on her wide yellow eyes, so bright – they looked so much like Than’s. Maybe that was why he felt so drawn to her, even though she wasn’t who he had been searching for. “It’s lovely to meet you. Do you mind telling me where I am?” Zagreus couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him at the pure confusion on Circe’s face.

“We stand on Aiaíā.” She sounded just as incredulous as she looked. “Is this some trick?”

“No, not at all!” He stepped forward without thinking, a hand outstretched in reassurance, but she flinched away, and he stopped dead. He didn’t like the look of fear in her eyes, and resolved silently that he would do whatever he could to ensure she never looked at him like that again. “Sorry, it’s just, this is all very new to me, being on the surface and all, and I’m a bit at a loss.”

“You come from my father’s halls?” The fear in her seemed to deepen at the thought, her hands clenching the door.

“Well, I don’t think so, unless your father is also Hades” Zagreus gave her conspiratorial smile, leaning the side of his face with the green eye towards her. He found that most people responded better when that hellish eye was hidden.

“So, you are an Olympian then.”

“I guess technically, though I think we’re more commonly referred to as Chthonic, if we’re being particular.” Zagreus wasn’t used to speaking with others who didn’t know who he was. It was delightfully refreshing. “I take it you’re not an Olympian either then?” He didn’t know why he asked, but then again, he didn’t know why Circe had mentioned either. From the faint flicker of fear he saw when she spoke the word, he decided maybe he didn’t want to know. Circe was not so practiced at concealing her emotions. She looked at him with genuine surprise. It was refreshing, especially after his fights with Thanatos and Megaera. Zagreus could never tell what they were thinking, and it seemed they were not eager to tell him. It sent him mad sometimes, second-guessing everything he did and said, wondering what exactly he had done wrong to deserve the contempt they both constantly wore when looking at him.

“You left, without so much as telling me good-bye.”

Than’s words still rang in his ears, like that damn death toll. It was Circe’s voice that brought him out of his thoughts.

“I’m a daughter of the titan Helios,” she replied. As if that explained everything. Well, he guessed it did for her.

“Titan? But I had thought they were all gone? Torn apart and scattered through Tartarus, as my father once put it.” Hades never spoke much about the war that had happened eons ago, and had made it very clear to Zagreus that he didn’t appreciate being asked. The story seemed so fantastical to him, so unreal – these ancient figures of which no one dared to mention, primal powers that set mortals quivering. He didn’t know what started the war, or who was in the right, or how it had even ended. He had asked Nyx once, wasn’t she a titan?

“No, my child. I am something much older. The word that was most often used to refer to my kind was Primordial.”

It still didn’t make any sense to him, but having met Chaos, he knew that generally the world didn’t have to make any sense, and most often didn’t.

“Most are gone. But not all.” Her yellows eyes watched him carefully, as bright and intent as a hawk.

“I’m glad then, otherwise I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of meeting you.”

Circe hesitated. “You truly don’t know of my father?” Her gaze flittered up and down, and whatever she found seemed confirmation enough.

“I can’t say I do, no.” Zagreus glanced around the entrance into the large sitting room where the fireplace blazed. It was a beautiful house, filled with glittering treasures and tapestries, but the room’s lavishness didn’t quite seem to fit the girl who stood before him. “Does he live here with you?” Circe couldn’t help the small, unexpected laugh that escaped her, and Zagreus liked the way it lit up her eyes and relaxed her shoulders. He suspected she didn’t often get a chance to laugh. She composed herself quickly.

“No, he is not here.” She glanced around the room herself, examining the items as if for the first time. “He much prefers his halls and my grandfather’s palace.” She smiled, as if she had just told a secret joke, but didn’t explain further.

“This place is beautiful though. It must be nice to have it all to yourself.” Apart from their voices, the island was quiet. No rush of the river Styx, no mumbling and worrying of the shades lined up to speak with his father, no deep voice filled with disdain yelling “boy!” at him every time he took a wrong step. Which felt like every step.

“Yes. It is.” She smiled, as if the thought had only just occurred to her. “I apologize. I was not expecting visitors.” But she opened the door further all the same. They sat before the hearth together. Zagreus stared at the flames, and wondered if they would burn him. For a while, they sat in a comfortable silence, the crackling of the fire filling the room with its warmth and light. It was a sort of peace that neither of them seemed to disturb. But, just like everything in life, its death was inevitable.

"Who is Persephone?" Circe broke the quiet between them.

Indeed, who was Persephone. How exactly did one explain that his mother had run away from their home, and that he had only learned of her existence not so long ago? That her existence had been hidden from him by everyone in his life, and the person who had always been his mother had lied to him about who she was? He felt the inky black of the skin that marked his hellish heritage creep across his face. He tried to dredge up his usual carefree voice, desperately gripping at the edges of his usual cheery visage to smother away the boiling anger and hurt that festered inside him. But for the first time in... well, since he could remember, his grasp slipped.

“My mother” was all he could manage to get out, voice tinged with hesitation. "I was told she would be here, on the surface.” Another silence; this time, it was not so comfortable. It was the light touch of a cold hand on his that shocked him out of his thought spiral. Zagreus glanced up in surprise, his gaze meeting Circe’s golden eyes. They stayed like that for a moment that seemed to stretch on for gods know how long, before Circe retreated. Was that embarrassment that flushed her cheeks?

“I’m sorry. I don’t know anyone by that name,” she admitted softly. (TBC with some drabbles, see post before this one for more details.)

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sabiekay · 2 years ago

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Aaa thanks for tagging me @theharrowing! I'm gonna dig to see if I have 3 WIPs to post, but I definitely have 3 fics done for this challenge! Some of these snippits might be kinda long whoooooops

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rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips

*3 Published*

Microcosmos

Throughout the entire trip to the nature reserve, amongst the small talk and laughter, all you could think of was how aware you were of your feelings. Ever since you admitted them to Hoseok a week ago it was like the floodgates had opened now that they had a name to it. And it was making it hard to just act normal. Every interaction was a balancing act of trying not to pretend things were different. Was your crush too obvious? Did Jungkook know? Why couldn’t you just act normal, like you had been for the past several weeks? Your brain was an endless loop of trying to play it cool. If he could read minds, all he would hear in yours was that meme song “don’t be suspicious” over and over again. Jungkook, for his part, was clearly having a blast singing along to the radio. It really wasn’t fair how talented he was – he could draw, paint, and he had a beautiful singing voice? This had to be proof that God played favorites. In between singing and bopping to the songs, you two sipped on the cold brew coffees Jungkook had brought so you could stay awake for the meteor shower. Being the passenger allowed you to look at the beautiful landscape changing outside the car. Now that you were fully away from the city, you could see trees and fields surrounding you instead of tall buildings and neon lights. The sun was setting around you, causing the world to glimmer in shades of green and gold. It was breathtaking. You glanced over at Jungkook as he bopped along to the radio and tapped his fingertips lightly against the wheel, the golden light hitting him the perfect way. It was warm enough outside for him to just wear a t shirt with a pair of jeans, which meant his tattoos were nearly on full display – and a distraction. Your eyes kept glancing up and down at the full artistry that covered his entire right arm. You wanted to hear all about them, the stories and reasons for each one; how they all fit together to tell a story…maybe even trace them with your fingers, especially the veins popping out from his hand gripping the wheel and then….nope. Nope. You were shutting that down right now. You had to survive this trip without dying of thirst for the poor guy. Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious.

The Season

“Is this your first gala then? Are you new to the Season?” Your curiosity got the better of you as you took the furthest seat you could away from the man. You may be having a conversation, but years of training were a hard habit to break. He shook his head, then took a heavy breath as he looked toward the glittering manor. “I stopped going a few years ago, but my mother kept begging me until I ran out of excuses. So here I am, back into the fray.” He gestured out from the empty garden, the only audience being you, the flowers, and the willow tree. It was calm and quiet outside, far away from the crowds. He laughed darkly, shaking his head as he stared straight ahead. “Every single news article, all the social media posts, everyone gushes about how glamorous it must be, how powerful everyone is. It’s all so fake. No one inside that ballroom really cares about their so-called friends, it’s only what favors that person can do for them. What their alliance can bring to the table. I join the conversation and all anyone can talk about is who my father is, what my brother does. How lucky I should feel to be a part of that legacy. I mean, sometimes I don’t think they even know my full name!” “So what is your full name?” You blurted out before deciding to just own up to it; you faced him full on, looking right at him. He stared at you in barely hidden disbelief, then smiled softly. “Seokjin. I’m…” he paused, as if contemplating what he was going to say next. “I’m Kim Seokjin. Nice to meet you.” Your brain was screaming at you as you tried not to freak out on someone you just met. Here you were, a mere lady’s maid, chatting casually to the 2nd son of Grand Minister Kim, one of the most powerful men in all of Erharan. Even back home in Auteris people knew of his family. Grand Minister Kim was one of the 3 Grand Ministers that made up the Leaders of State in Erharan. The Grand Ministers were the top of the top officials, who listened to the requests of the lower ranked legislative ministers to bring forth new laws for the country. But it was the Grand Ministers who enacted them, who were the true rulers – they were considered the same as kings and emperors of other countries. And that was just one half of his family pedigree. His mother came from the illustrious Jang family, the owners and founders of Jang Technologies, the leading solar technology company in the world. Their products basically brought Erharan and the rest of the world to the modern age, making it the industrial powerhouse it was today. If it could be run on solar power, it most likely came from Jang Tech. It was bad enough you were talking to a guest at all, let alone someone from such a prominent background. His family had inherited the role of Grand Minister for generations. They would probably continue passing down that title long after you and Seokjin were gone. You were stunned you didn’t even recognize him. But as you looked at Seokjin, the depths of his eyes searching for any type of connection, you recognized how difficult his life might be. How in this moment all he might need was a friend to talk to. And so, you decided tonight his family background didn’t matter. You could be his friend for the evening, pretend the differences in your social status wouldn’t cause a scandal. If anyone asked, you could just say you were doing your job – you were meant to serve the upper class, after all. If a nobleman asked you to sit and chat, who were you to say no? “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too.”

(Blank) For The Holidays

No, the most devastating part was that Off-Work Yoongi was dangerous. He wore a black fitted turtleneck sweater with dark blue jeans, and black wire framed glasses. His dark brown hair was swept back, exposing his forehead to make him look more handsome than he already was. You were used to Coffee Bee Yoongi, who wore the required uniform and baseball cap that nearly hid his features, or wearing a beanie that caused his hair to frame his face. But this? This was too much. Suddenly all the feelings you had when you first met him come rushing back the instant he turned to face you. Of course you had a small crush on him when he first started working at The Coffee Bee. You were about 90% sure everyone did. Yoongi was downright stunning; him being hard-working and silently caring was a bonus that had already thrown him into Ideal Boyfriend territory. But the idea of dating a coworker was just too messy for you to get over. You were afraid of what would happen if you were rejected, or if you started dating your coworker and broke up, or if you two had gone on a date and it just wasn’t a good time. Things would be awkward and your life was already off kilter without throwing that into the mix. So you just pushed down the feelings, locked them in a box in the back of your mind, and decided to ignore it altogether. But seeing Yoongi in that outfit (especially with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows), focused on cooking a nice dinner, was too hot and domestic for you to handle. And without realizing it he shot straight up past being a simple work crush, beyond ‘Would Be A Good Boyfriend’, and into ‘Perfect Husband’ material. You had to remind yourself that he didn’t even ask you here as a date. This was a friend party. A Christmas party for friends. You could be friends, right? “Hey Y/N. I’m glad you could make it,” Yoongi said brightly, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. You nodded with one in return, stomping down your resurrected romantic feelings so you could just chill for an evening.

*3 WIPs*

Another Life

With a sigh, you tried to think back to every single moment that led you here. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t know how I got here? For the past day or so I’ve had a headache, and some sort of vertigo take over every time I laid down. I went to bed early so I could go to prompt care in the morning. Then suddenly I’m here, and it’s apparently not a dream and then there’s glowing fists in my face. Don’t know what else to tell you.” He paused, taking your story in. More thinking, more pacing, muttering, and shaking his head. You just stood there frozen – not like you had anywhere else to go. But if there was a small chance of him having any answers for where you were, you needed to stay put. Finally, he walked back toward to, reaching toward your wrist. “You need to come with me right now.” You threw your arm back, moving further away from the man. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on. Where exactly are we? How do I know this isn’t some plot to kidnap me or lead me off to some hidden dungeon?” He groaned deeply, rubbing his palm against his face. “Saints and stars above, we don’t have time for this. And if we’re being technical, you are the intruder in the royal palace, so perhaps you should rethink your accusations. But if it will make you move faster, fine.” He sighed and slightly shook his head. “You are in the kingdom of Kalmarys, specifically the grand royal palace of King Rolftan and his heir, Princess Melyanna. My name is Jimin, a Royal Mage and Captain of Princess Melyanna’s personal guard. And if what I suspect is true, the High Mage needs to be aware of your presence right now. Does that answer your questions?” “…wait, royal mage? As in magic? You can do magic?” Jimin stared at you, an eyebrow raised. “Do you not have magic where you’re from? Who hasn’t heard of the Royal Mages?” You crossed your arms in return, looking more at the floor than at the man. “Well, up until a few minutes ago I thought magic wasn’t even real, so….” A shocked cough escaped Jimin’s lips. He opened his mouth, then closed it before shaking his head and reached for your wrist again. He mumbled something indecipherable to himself, half pulling you to the other side of the room.

Dream A Little Dream

Rice. The first word of your day, the only image in your mind when you woke up. Not a face, or a phrase. Just a bowl of plain white rice. With a sigh, you opened the faded journal on your night stand to add it to the list. Legend says that when the heavens deem your heart ready to be with your soulmate, the God of Love himself will place clues in your dreams each night so you can find them. The first image that lingers in your mind when you wake up brings you one step closer to your perfect match. It could be weeks, it could be months. But either way, you will find your soulmate. It certainly worked for your parents – your Literature professor father dreamt of fish, vast oceans, bright colors. Your mother, a marine biologist, dreamt of libraries, poems, and bottles of ink. When they met as college students, they said it was like magic swirled around them as they held hands after putting the clues together. You never had any reason to doubt soulmates existed when you could see proof every single day around you. But maybe Eros was just screwing with you because for the past few nights, all your soulmate dreams were of the same plain bowl of rice. Last week you dreamt of empty walls. Your journal was filled with documentation of the most mundane, puzzling clues that left you with more questions than answers. 2 months of soulmate dreams surmounting to “Yes queen give us nothing.” And look, it’s not like you were lonely. You’re not! It’s just…a little frustrating to see everyone in your family so in love, the ever-growing collection of Save The Dates and baby shower invites taking over the fridge. Your social media formulated to showcase how nearly all of your friends easily found their soulmates already. While the closest action you’ve gotten recently was reading a spicy novel while eating takeout pizza. It would be nice to be able to cook for more than one person, or feel the warmth of another body cuddling yours while watching (and judging) home renovation tv shows. You would even settle for dates that didn’t fizzle out after the second or third time, once it was abundantly clear you were not going to work out - even before getting into the soulmate dreams. You didn’t even have someone to point out cute puppies to when taking a walk in the park! ….okay, maybe you were a little lonely.

After The End of All Things

“Mom, what’s going on? What happened?” you insisted quietly, trying not to wake the child sleeping next to you. “The last ship…they changed the departure time again. It’s now leaving at 4 am today.” Your eyes fell at the old clock next to the bed – 1:30. If you hurried, ran along the empty backroads, you could make it to the docks in time. But only if you left now. You darted out of bed in a flash, trying to race against the clock to pack what you could. You guiltily hoped that others like you – the ones who couldn’t afford tickets at the base price – hadn’t heard the new bumped up time frame yet. Less people at the docks meant more of a chance for your family to win the Day Of ticket lottery, where you’d earn a spot on the ship for a discounted price. If you couldn’t pay the amount at the time of selection, you could sign a waiver to work off the remaining balance. It was the only chance, the last hope, for people of your status to get onto the ships. The lottery only selected 100 people per departure, with hundreds of entries being the standard. Since this was the last ship, you’d be shocked if the entries were less than 1,000. You started opening drawers in the family dresser, moving quickly to just grab whatever items you found first. But then you noticed your mother walking slowly, eerily so, with a backpack in each hand. Only two. You froze in your spot as your eyes blinked rapidly, holding back the forming tears. You shook your head as you realized what was going on. “I can’t leave you,” you cried, reaching out to your mother. “It’s the only way, Y/N. Take your niece and go. You don’t have much time.” She set down the backpacks at your feet and grabbed your shaking hands. “You can still come with us! The odds of the lottery will be better with 3 of us, you know that! They have the family clause if Anna is selected since she’s too young to work. We can still stay together.” With a gentle squeeze and a deep sigh, your mother walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed an envelope. Her eyes were glassy as she placed it in your hands. You held your breath as you opened it, revealing some money and a pair of tickets. Your eyes widened and your hands shook as the light spilling in from the window emphasized the embossed, iridescent logo of the Global Space Command. You couldn’t ask how she got those tickets. You didn’t want to. Some things were better left unsaid. You looked back at your mother to find tears running down her face. If you weren’t in shock, you’d probably feel your own tears doing the same. “You and Anna deserve a better life. To get away from here. This world is dying, and you two have a chance to start over. Promise me you’ll survive. And live.”

.....dang, I guess I do have a few WIPs, huh? LOLOLOLOL

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elektrantchios · 3 years ago

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Hold my hand | p.m.m

paring: maverick x gn!reader

summary: You never doubted what you felt for Pete ever. But maybe he has. After a strange conversation you begin to worry it might be all over.

warnings: swearing, whole lot of angst, spoilers for the second film and fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: im honestly not even sorry im full on in love with maverick now and I blame my friend. anyway enjoy this mess. You can tell this has been a slow writing year for me cause this has been a WIP since June.

Readers call sign is willow i have no reason other than I like it

MASTERLIST REQUEST

It was official you were running late.

Rooster’s birthday party had started half an hour ago and you weren’t even ready.

You were shocked by how little you knew your own apartment. Your organisation skills had gotten worse since Maverick had moved in with all his things. Before that you had a somewhat idea of where things were.

Like the grey top you liked to wear during training, when it was clean it would be thrown over your least favourite chair in the kitchen (along with all the other clean laundry) and when it was dirty it would be rounded up in the left corner of the bathroom.

But an unshocking fact about Maverick was he liked things clean and in order. And you couldn’t even say it was the navy training because you had the same training and still you like things how they were.

“Christ” you muttered heading to the bedroom, stopping to pet your old tabby cat that lay on the bed. Just out on the balcony sat Maverick. The balcony looked over the sea, The sky was a mix of gold and pink, his tanned skin shining in the light. At this time of day the beach was nearly empty, but you knew he was watching the sea.

It was strange the way he felt about the sea, it was a friend and a thief all at once.

You paused in the doorway and watched him, he was wearing this funny look.

“What’s with the face?” You questioned.

He smiled and looked down to his feet. “What face?”.

You straighten your back, “it’s your thinking face but not the fun one” you told him. Kneeling on the floor so you could see eye to eye . “You gonna tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours”.

He was silent, which worried you more.

“Mav? You’re starting to scare me” you stated.

He broke eye contact with you, straight away you could see his body language change and morph into a more relaxed shape. You frowned as he stood up, his head turning away from the sea and his worries.

“We better get going,” he said with a smile, then he left you kneeling on the floor. Turning your body you watched as he walked into your shared bedroom picking up the jacket you had been looking for. And left it on the bed for you.

Damn Maverick

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Maverick was a shockingly great actor, as soon as you walked through the doors of the hard deck he grinned to the other aviators, pressed his lips to your temple, then went over to Penny.

Still watching him you made your way to your friends. Wished Rooster a happy birthday and tried to laugh along with whatever joke Hangman made but you couldn’t stay present when you were worried about Mav.

“You good, Willow” Hangman asked, clapping a hand on your back.

You nodded, looking away from Mav. Hangman waiting for you to speak. “Yeah” you smiled.

You tried to enjoy yourself, you had a few drinks, laughed at everyone’s jokes and answered any questions that were thrown your way. But every now and then you would look over to the bar where Mav sat. Sometimes he’d be talking to Penny and other times he’d be on his phone, being very careful not to put it down on the bar.

Hangman pulled you away from your spot to question what you thought about the gift he had brought Rooster, after assuring him he did a good job and not to worry. You went back to your original spot and searched for maverick.

He wasn’t where you had seen him last, turning around in a circle you still couldn’t find him. You were about to call out for him when you spotted him sat on the deck watching the sea again.

After making sure no one was watching you opened the doors to the outer deck, pausing as the salty air blew against your skin, Maverick head tilted slightly hearing your footsteps.

“Will you please talk to me?” you begged him, lowing down to sit besides him.

His jaw clicked, the tell tell sign he couldn’t hold something back. “You sure you’re not making a mistake with me?”.

You frowned at his question. “Why would you think something like that?”.

He brought his face up, the setting sun hitting his dark brown eyes you could never get enough of. He reached out and held your hand, callus hand in callus hand. You frowned harder, confused by what he was doing.

He swallowed, gearing himself up, like he was braving himself for a fight. “I love you, you know that right”.

“I’d hope so cap” you tried to joke, letting your old pet name for him fall off your tongue. The name had an odd effect, his eyes flashed almost like he was remembering something.

Then he smiles through an exhale, his rough thumb drawing a line along your hand. He somewhat dropped his grip. “What do you see in me, Willow? I’ve seen you with the other and you could have your pick”.

You took his one hand in both of yours, even with the years that separated the two of you, you never felt a gap until now. But it was like he was making the gap. “I don’t want any of them. I want you”.

Breathing in the salty air and the leather smell that belonged to Maverick. “Where’s this all come from baby, if you want out just tell me that, don’t question why I picked you” your voice went wobbly.

“Of course I don’t want that” he said with some force, that he jumped to his feet. He ran a hand through his short black hair. “I think about you so damn much it drives me crazy, I worry about you all about, I wonder what you're doing. I-“ he stopped himself.

You felt your eyes well up, “no. Go on. What else?” You asked.

“I can’t bear to lose you, honey. I know it would end me, I can’t-“ he sniffed, then shook his head. “I can’t lose you too”.

You stared at him, knowing who the other person was. Goose. Iceman. Two wounds, one years old and still as fresh and the other. But that was grief, that wound never healed, not really. It was like a bad leg, some days it didn’t bother you at all, other days it would hurt all day long and wouldn’t stop for days and other times that pain would hit you from nowhere and the whole time you’d feel like you couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t you think I feel the same way? Not matter how many times you come back to me, for half a second every time your plane takes off i think I’ll never see you again” you told him.

He nodded and swallowed.

“But” you started, “I can take that pain and worry and whatever comes with it as long as I’m with you”. You stood up, dusting the sand off your legs, “you think you can do the same?”.

He walked up to you, closing the distance both physically and emotionally. This time he took one of your hands in both of his, his gaze locked on them. The waves crashing against the beach and the soft beat of music from the party were nothing to the hard beating of your heart.

Neither of you could speak, you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else, trying to guard your heart. You could tell what he was thinking, over head the sky turned grey, an unexpected turn.

But the whole night had been unexpected.

All he had to do was talk. To tell you he needed you, just once and you would never let go. Ever.

He inhaled, hope pricked through you.

“I can do anything if you stand by my side”.

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at-thezenith · 2 years ago

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ten songs, ten people

thanks @mjparkerwriting for tagging me :)

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up. Describe how they relate to your WIP and/or worldbuilding.

im going to cheat slightly and use my actual writing playlists because there are actual reasons for these songs

1. creature by half•alive - every time i listen to this song i think about afsara learning how to harness her power. ill probably listen to this when im writing her "training montage" since it's supposed to be a sort of religious experience for her.

2. in the air tonight by lucy dacus - i KNOW this song is about religious trauma but im choosing to apply it to ola and afsara's relationship. there's a kind of edgy emotional betrayal that wipes out all progress they're making towards becoming friends.

3. make up your mind by florence and the machine - for daydreaming about battle scenes. this song is perfect for writing about two people fighting on the same side but absolutely abhorring each other.

4. soldier, poet, king - applies to my three main characters. afsara is the soldier, cosmos is the poet, and ola is the king. take from that what you will.

5. slow down by josh osho - perfect melancholy travelling song. the faery children is set in winter and this song feels heavy. it's also about a young boy trying to be a man - afsara is 19 trying to save her people from destruction and burning out in the process.

6. gold dust woman by fleetwood mac - fleetwood mac is THE band to listen to for cinematic daydreaming. about an "evil" woman, and is kind of an upcoming character's theme song icl.

7. you by greta isaac - all-consuming desire for closeness that some people would consider unhealthy, but listen. when you're stuck with someone who is quite literally half of your soul and you can't have them? you might go a little insane too.

8. would that i by hozier - again a great travelling song. makes me think of the lighter parts of the story, where the characters are sat around talking and laughing. also hozier makes very "cinematic" music imo, great to daydream to.

9. natives of the windy forest by willow - i was listening to this when i wrote the scenes where the covens perform their spells. it's a great slightly unsettling song that puts me in the mood to make my silly characters perform a little bit of murder.

10. eat your young (choral version) by hozier - creepy choral backing vocals? no music? perfect. i listen to it when im making afsara do questionable things to guild members.

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henrike-does-writing-sometimes · 2 years ago

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Amidst Dancing Light~

Word count: 1440 Warnings: Mild intrusive thoughts, if you squint Wip: Gammellunden Characters: Ruben Hylén, Anruh

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“Are you ready?” Anruh asked softly.

“I have been since you said you had a surprise.” Ruben confessed bluntly. She shook her head fondly. “Then open your eyes.” and he did.

They were standing by a small lake, surrounded by birch and oak. With willow trees bowing down to gently kiss the water’s hand. The sun had vanished behind the treetops. Yet the water was still flushed in light, as a thousand pixies danced over the surface. Like a small piece of the celestial had fallen down, brought to life by the magic of Gammellunden.

Ruben’s eyes grew wide, his jaw dropping. He wanted to scream out his joy, jump around in disbelief and ask the urroa if she was seeing the same thing he was. But he remained still, staring at the scene completely awestruck. Finding that poetic words and paintings of gold and purple were nothing in comparison. Never came close to doing the scene justice in their depictions. Ruben felt Anruh take his hand and began leading him closer to the lake’s edge. They walked slowly, the urroa taking the lead while the human’s eyes remained locked at the scene he never would’ve thought he’d ever get to see.

“Worth the wait wouldn’t you say, lilla väsen?” Anruh spoke in a quiet vocie.

“Yeah.” Ruben breathed out. They’d stopped right by the water's edge, where gentle waves collided with the rocks. There was a good distance between them and the dancing lights. And while he could see it perfectly fine, Ruben wanted to be closer.

With hurried and clumsy movements, Ruben kicked off his shoes. Discarded his socks before stepping into the water. It was cold- enough to make him shiver. But not enough to numb his legs or usher him back up to land. Ruben made his way further out with slow, methodical steps. Careful not to slip on seaweed or step on anything sharp that lay hidden within the depths. Soon he was standing right at the edge of the pixies’ ballroom. Most were still enveloped in the silent rhythm, and continued to dance undisturbed. But a few had ceased, staring down at the human with questioning eyes.

He reached his hand out and offered a friendly smile. One of the pixies tilted its head, though out of curiosity rather than caution. It then flew closer, inspected his hand before taking a seat on his palm, resting its tired wings and stretching its arms above its head. Ruben’s smile became giddy. As carefully as he could he pulled his hand closer, getting a better look at the pixie who’d deemed him unthreatening. A relief, to say the least. The small creature was skinny and dark-skinned, like it was made from twigs. Its wide eyes were pitch black from pupil to sclera, and the wings were reminiscent of those of a firefly, the veins shining bright and golden. In the midst of his observation, Ruben failed to notice the swarm of Pixies coming to surround him. All equally curious about this strange new creature. A few settled on him; hands, shoulders and his soft bed of auburn curls.

Ruben had to bite down on his bottom lips to not shriek out of joy. He could feel himself almost bursting at the seams, trembling like he would explode at any moment.

“Anruh,” he whispered gleefully. “Are seeing this?” he turned to the shore, where the urroa was still standing. When meeting her gaze, Ruben found something glimmering in her dark eyes. Something soft shining somewhere in her endless forests of pine and oak. It vanished as she averted her gaze, shifting stiffly in place. Ruben’s head fell to the side. “Anruh?” he spoke a little louder, redirecting the pixies’ eyes to her. She didn’t answer him, only regarded the scene with eyes now hooded and indifferent.

Ruben might not be the greatest at reading people, much less be the one to figure out if something was wrong. But the urroa’s look was way different from when they’d arrived at the lake. Almost like she was forcing herself to look uninterested. Pretending that Ruben hadn’t seen that warm fire in her eyes. But he had, and as if standing in that dark forest of pine and oak, he found himself longing for it. Without thinking he began wandering in search of the source of that warmth and light.

As he walked back, the swarm of pixies followed after. No longer invested in their dance.

“Something on your mind?” Ruben asked, tilting his head to look up at Anruh. She once again looked away. “I…” she began hesitantly before shaking her head. “It’s nothing.”

“Do you wanna get a closer look?”

“I’ve seen this a thousand times,” Anruh smiled. “Besides, I don’t think they’ll appreciate me as they do you.” as if waiting for the perfect moment, a new swarm of pixies arrived to settle on Anruh’s antlers. Much to her surprise and Ruben’s amusement.

“You were saying?” he snorted. Anruh rolled her eyes, but made no attempt at getting the small creatures away from her. Instead, she kept her gaze up at them, and that faint glimmer was once again visible.

Ruden bit his bottom lip, “Hey.” he said softly, and when Anruh looked down at him he held his hands out. The pixies previously seated had moved to his jacket's hood, tucked in well in the soft material.

There was a moment of silence before Anruh sighed in feigned defeat, putting her hands over Ruben’s. She found amusement in how he ran his thumbs over her rough skin. And it only grew as it look the human three steps back before his hold began tugging her along. Grew even more when she had to take much shorter steps so she wouldn’t walk over him. Ruben didn’t seem to notice, only smiled his ridiculous grin that made his eyes sparkle.

When they came to stop, they were right in the middle of the pixies still ongoing dance number. The ones who had accompanied them bid their silent farewells before rejoining their friends.

“It’s better up close, right?” Ruden said quietly as he watched the pixies, marveling at how effortlessly in sync they were. Despite all the complex twists and turns.

“I suppose it is.” Anruh hummed. Her hands were still in Ruben’s, but with a flick of her wrist, it was her holding his. An action that went unnoticed by the human.

‘Good’ Anruh thought, letting her gaze fall. The difference between their hands was near ridiculous; One coarse and scared and solid, the other soft and warm and so, so small. Almost intimidatingly so. A stone giant cradling an owlet, one wrong move and-

Anruh swallowed, pulling her lips to a thin line she glanced up at Ruben. With the light of the pixies shining all around him, it almost didn’t seem like nighttime. The warm, golden light made him glow like the sun. Turned his auburn hair into the softest of copper. Suddenly his hundred freckles had turned to thousands. Had he always had dimples? Anruh felt a tremble in his hand, saw the way he was bouncing in place. She could sense the rumble of something longing to be released; an incoherent and joyous scream.

Without knowing, she smiled. Albeit warily. She’d never been scared before, not like this at least. She was rough and merciless, what was fragile never sought her out. Nor did she seek out what was fragile, avoiding it at all costs. What was fragile needed gentleness, lest they break. And Anruh didn’t want to break Ruben.

In her thoughts she must’ve zoned out, for one blink was all it took before Ruben was looking at her, head tilted slightly to the side.

“What?” Ruben said with a breathy giggle.

‘Touch touch touch touch’ there was an itch in her hands, an itch she’d felt before. But not like this. Never like this. Yet despite that hint of familiarity, the one that made her want to get as far away from Ruben as she could, Anruh caved.

She reached her hand out and brushed Ruben’s bangs to the side, tucking a few strands behind his ear. There was a slight shake to her movements, like she had to hold back so she wouldn’t cut Ruben’s fragile skin with her rough claws. Had to keep herself steady when she let her hand slide down to rest on his cheek, lest she went too far and the water turned red. But as Ruben leaned into her touch, unafraid and with a content smile on his lips, Anruh’s every fear and worry washed away.

#* ugly sobbing *#AND AT LAST I SEE THE LIGHT-#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #wip #excerpt #wip excerpt #wip : Gammellunden

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ginnyweasleymybeloved · 4 years ago

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ginnyweasleymybeloved / masterlist

hehe i made a masterlist because i have a lot of plans for this blog 😏 there is a separate ml im going to upload for all those evermore fics so keep your eye out for that and it’ll all make more sense soon <3 edit: here she is

evermore x hp masterlist

happy reading lovelies! <3

[🌸=fluff] [🍁=angst] [🍄=smut]

ginny weasley:

cocktails - [🌸]

summary: your girlfriend comes home from quidditch practice to find you prancing around the kitchen, making cocktails.

gold rush - [🌸]

summary: revelling in the fact that you have the most amazing girlfriend in the world, while unbeknownst to you, she’s thinking exactly the same thing

fred weasley:

heartbeat on the high line - [🍁]

summary: fred broke your heart a long time ago and a walk through diagon alley brings up old memories for the both of you

willow - [🌸]

summary: hogwarts’ most popular playboy has made it very clear that you, his best friend, are not his type. seeing as you were crushing on him hard, you decide to take matters into your own hands

wips:

closure - [🍁]

summary: you and fred have a messy breakup and after a few months he owls you to see how you’re doing, and it just so happens that you’re doing fine without him

george weasley:

summer breezes - [🌸🍁🌸]

summary: george acts like he hates you, he doesn’t really hate you. you act like you hate him, but you don’t really hate him. chaos ensues.

wips:

coney island - [🍁]

summary: business is booming and the joke shop is expanding at a rapid rate, by the time it reaches its peak, geoege wants to bask in his success with the woman he loves, only to realise he’d completely neglected you in favour of pursuing his dreams and he doesn’t know if you’ll forgive him for it

long story short - [🌸]

summary: george weasley is undoubtedly the love of your life, you realise

it’s time to go - [🍁]

summary: transitioning from best friends to lovers isn’t always the best idea, sometimes it’s better to walk away before there’s nothing left to leave

ron weasley

champagne problems - [🍁]

summary: on a cold night in november, your boyfriend, ron, gets sentimental thinking about a future that you’re not sure you deserved

harry potter

wips:

tolerate it - [🍁]

summary: in the chaos of war, harry pushes the one person he didn’t ever want to lose, to the brink of walking away from him

ivy - [🌸]

summary: he thinks he’ll only ruin you, you think he’s worth the risk

evermore - [🌸]

summary: a soft moment between you and harry as you heal from the war together

hermoine granger:

wips:

dorthea - [🌸]

summary: you see your childhood best friend for the first time in nearly a decade, you hold the same love and respect for her now as you did then

cedric diggory:

wips:

‘tis the damn season - [🍁🌸]

summary: you bump into an old flame and old feelings catch up to you as you find yourself rekindling said flame

sirius black:

wips:

no body, no crime (ft the marauders) - [🍁]

summary: your best friends, lily and james potter, were betrayed by their secret keeper however you’re sure it couldn’t have been sirius.

right where you left me - [🍁🌸]

summary: when sirius is condemned to azkaban you wait, and wait, and wait, right where he left you

cowboy like me - [🍁]

summary: sirius runs into you at a pure-blood party he’d been dragged to, the pair of you find solace in each other and gravitate towards one another from then on, however, noting the similarities between you and him, you deduct that you’ll end up paying dearly when you begin to crave more than secret rendezvous at pure-blood occasions.