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hippiegoth97 · 7 months ago

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Random Robin Thought #1

A/N: Here's the Robin thought, as promised! It took a while to do, but it is here. I also had 'The Giver' by Chappell Roan stuck in my head while writing this, if that gives any indication of the 'vibe' I had for Robin in this lol

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, swearing, LGBTQ+ themes, roller derby!Robin, inexperienced!reader, fem!reader, no use of Y/N (reader's roller derby name is 'Icky Vicky'), heavy kissing, groping, fingering, oral sex, mutual masturbation, shower sex, praise, pet names, cocky!top!Robin, shy!bottom!reader, semi-established relationship, use of the term 'queer', squirting, fluff

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"Alright, everybody, that was a great practice. Let's hit the showers and get outta here." Barb, your team coach, barks to all of you after five grueling hours of practice for the upcoming regional championship. She walks away from your practice track and towards her office, clipboard full of notes in hand.

You'd joined the team a year ago, the Vicious Vixens. You're one of the top roller derby teams in the state, armed to the teeth with a ruthless line-up of badass women who take home the victory nearly every time. There's fifteen of you altogether, sporting clever names when you play, and amongst yourselves as you've become very tight-knit. Most of the ladies on the team are some form of queer, yourself included. It makes you feel safe, to know you're surrounded by these women who would do anything for you, and you for them. But one woman in particular has taken an extra special liking to you, outside of the usual flirting that runs rampant amongst your lovely teammates.

She goes by the name of 'Rock 'em Sock 'em Robin', and she is an absolutely brutal blocker. Her job on the oval is to protect you, one of the team's jammers, and prevent the opposing jammer from scoring points. And hot damn, does she do it well. There isn't a single opponent in the entire league who hasn't met her elbow with some tender area of their body, usually their face. Fuck, she's totally gorgeous, too. With hair that's a mix between brown and dirty blonde, deep blue eyes, deliciously full lips, and the cockiest grin you've ever seen on a woman. She was your dream girl from the moment you laid eyes on her at your first day of practice.

You pined over her for a good couple of weeks, all moony eyes and blushing every time she looked your way or spoke to you. Thankfully for you, Robin picked up on your attraction pretty quickly, and then proceeded to tease the hell out of you for almost a month because of it. Light touches on your skin that could be played off as brushing against one another on the track, dropping cute names like 'honey' and 'sweet cheeks' on you when you least expected it, playful slaps on your ass after a good game that came with matching winks. It was borderline torture, and you seriously contemplated quitting to avoid your attraction. Until one day, she finally cornered you in the locker room after everyone else had left, and managed to get you to admit your feelings, and the fact that you'd never been with a woman before.

That soon changed once you told her the truth, a breathy laugh leaving her lips at your admission, before her pillow-soft lips found their way onto your own. You were putty in her hands in seconds flat, and you only melted further under her control when her hand slipped inside your skating shorts. God, you remember how amused she was when she commented on the soaked mess you were already. It didn't take long for her to make you cum the first time, which only fed her ego. She dropped down onto her knees after that, hooking your leg over her shoulder, and refused to remove herself from between your thighs until you'd made a complete mess of her and yourself. It was single-handedly the hottest experience you'd had up until that point, and she's been helping you chase that high ever since.

"Hey, earth to Icky Vicky! It's time to go." Robin says with a laugh, waving a hand in your face. You've been caught spacing out while admiring her beauty again. You look around to see the others are already inside the locker room, washing up and changing into their street clothes for the night.

"Sorry, babe." You say softly, blushing like mad.

"Don't get me wrong, sweet cheeks, I appreciate you staring at me like the golden goddess I am. But, we just spent five hours getting all hot and sweaty with thirteen other girls, and I am starving." She says, the way she leans into you on her final word making it rather unclear if she's hungry for food, or for you. "C'mon, let's wash up." She adds sweetly, taking hold of your hand. You interlace your fingers with hers, the action making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"Well, if it isn't the lovebirds!" Rowdy Rhonda, another blocker who's got muscle on her that rivals Hulk Hogan, pipes up when you roll your way into the locker room. The other women make various kissing and moaning sounds, teasing you to no end. Funnily enough, you and Robin make up the only couple on the team. The others hook up occasionally, and a few have domestic partners at home. But most of them are single and ready to mingle at Lavender, the local queer watering hole.

"Someone sounds jealous. You had your chance to get a piece of this, Rhonda. Not my fault you squandered it." Robin retorts haughtily, shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh, please. You're way too scrawny to be my type." Rhonda rolls her eyes, a smile still sitting on her lips. All the ribbing is done in good fun, and with love.

"Ah, well. Can't win 'em all." Robin chuckles, looking over at you. "Why so quiet, honey? Somethin' on your mind?" She asks softly when the others go back to their usual conversation, her eyes searching your own with a mischievous curiosity.

"I...um..." You mumble, finding yourself speechless. It's far too easy for you to fall under her spell, a simple look makes your brain empty itself of all thought without fail.

"I see." She says knowingly, the corner of her mouth pulling into that dangerous grin you know all too well. Her tone dips almost to a whisper. "I got you, lovely. C'mon, let me take care of you." Robin pulls you along on your skates, leading you to the far corner of the locker room. She sits you down on the bench, removing her own skates quickly before bending down to take off yours as well. "I'm gonna get the water going, okay?" She says, looking up at you from the floor.

"Okay." You nod, knowing the others will have cleared out of here by the time the shower gets hot enough. They don't tend to stick around long after practice, usually going out for drinks. You're not big on bars, but you've tagged along a few times. When you're not getting completely devoured by Robin, that is. She leaves your side to turn the faucet on, staying close to check the temp of the water until it's just right.

Your teammates wish you a good night one by one, until you're finally all alone in the steamy room. You decide to start undressing now, though Robin's never minded doing it for you on occasion. The slow reveal of your beautiful body is one of her favorite parts of getting intimate with you, as she's told you many, many times. Her infatuation with every curve, every inch of skin that warms under her touch, the way you become so relaxed and at ease for her. She'll never get enough.

"It's all set, baby." Robin says as she returns to your side, finding you with your shirt and sports bra freshly pulled over your head. "Damn." She licks her lips at the sight of your bare tits, resisting the urge to press you up against the lockers right this second.

"I can't believe you still say that every time." You giggle, rosy pink coloring your cheeks again.

"Why not? They're perfect." She says, stepping closer to you. Without a second thought, her hands close over your breasts, massaging them gently. You moan quietly at the feeling, watching as she tenderly kneads your flesh in her grasp. "I mean look at them, they're so round, and soft, they're beautiful. Just like you." She says lowly, her voice riding that sweet little line between love and lust. She stops staring at your chest, meeting your gaze. "Say it." She softly commands.

"Say what?" You ask, playing dumb.

"C'mon, baby, you know what." Robin presses. "Say you're beautiful, and you'll get everything you want." She orders, as she has done every time you've been together like this. It's like a ritual now, and your self-affirmation is the offering. You've never found yourself to be very pretty, another thing Robin picked up on rather quickly. And now she makes a point to hear you say it to yourself, so you know how true it really is.

"I-I'm beautiful." You say hesitantly, which happens a good portion of the time on your first try.

"Nuh-uh, you have to say it like you mean it." Robin leans in close, her lips nearly brushing against your own. "It's not so hard to believe, is it? That you're a stunning, smart, funny, strong, motherfucking goddess?" She asks, encouraging you to see what she sees every time she looks at you.

"No." You answer, shaking your head. She carefully pinches your nipples between her fingers in response, making you gasp.

"Good. Now, say it. Cuz I am dyin' to to taste that pretty little pussy of yours." She says, growing just the slightest bit impatient. Not at you, but at the insecurities that seem to rule your head.

"I'm beautiful." You say, purposefully this time, though your voice still shakes.

"Good girl. Again." Robin says, lowering her head to latch her mouth onto your right breast.

"Fuck, Rob." You moan aloud, raising a hand to hold her in place. Your confidence grows as inhibition slips away from you, arousal spreading in your shorts. "I'm beautiful." You say it again, no ounce of self-doubt to be found. She nibbles your flesh, spurring you on. "I'm beautiful." You repeat with a whimper, needing her to give you what you want. "Robin, please." You beg, and she releases your nipple from her lips, standing upright to look at you.

"Anything for you, sweet cheeks." Robin pulls back to remove her clothes, and you do the same. She leads you into the shower, letting you stand under the water first to get nice and warm.

"Mm." You hum as the water hits your skin, soothing the bruises beginning to form from that brutal practice, and your aching muscles. It soaks your hair, making it cling to the back of your neck, and you rinse away all the sweat and skids from the track. All under Robin's adoring gaze.

Once you're thoroughly hosed down, you let Robin take her turn. Your eyes stay glued to her body as the water cascades over her. The lean muscle on her arms, her plump ass, the curves of her breasts, the bush of hair between her legs. It's times like these you wish you had a camera, or at least knew how to paint. She's a goddamn work of art, every last inch of her.

"C'mere, honey." Robin beckons you to the wall of the shower, and you don't hesitate to follow. She pulls you in by the hips, crashing her lips onto yours. Her tongue parts your mouth open, slithering inside, laced with the taste of the cinnamon gum she's always chewing. She maneuvers you to turn around, finding you pliant and eager under her touch. Your back meets the cool wall of the shower, the condensation on the tiles giving you a chill in contrast to the extreme heat already building inside of you. Your tongue dances submissively with hers, putting up no fight whatsoever. She's in charge here, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

With you pressed into the wall, Robin's hands venture in differing directions. One goes up to your chest again, squeezing your tit in its grasp, while the other travels further south. You stomach tingles as her deft fingers glide past your navel, finding the thick patch of hair between your thighs a moment after. Robin finds your throbbing clit without even having to break the kiss to look, running her middle finger back and forth over it to tease you. You'd jolt in her hold, if you had the ability to move your rapidly jellying limbs. Instead, a filthy moan leaves your lungs, spilling through the gaps in the intense make-out you're entranced within. She continues to stroke you just like this, slowly back and forth, reaching every nerve ending that drives you wild.

Robin's lips eventually migrate down to your neck, leaving her able to hear your pretty moans. She licks and sucks the flesh of your throat, combining with the careful sensation of her hand warming up your pussy. You're a slick, sticky mess for her, making her motions more fluid with every pass through your soaked folds. She moans against your skin at the thought of how sweet you're going to taste, like golden honey in the middle of summer.

Despite your mind nearly turning into mush, you feel an intense urge to give Robin some affection of your own. You snake a hand between your bodies, brushing against her knuckles as you try and find her gorgeous cunt. She gasps against you when you manage it, gliding your own digits in small circles on her sensitive bud. Her breath shudders, and you can feel her arousal trickle down onto your fingers.

"Fuck." You mutter, growing more turned on at the notion of turning her on. It's not often that you reciprocate while Robin worships you, but not for lack of trying. She's just more of a giver, she derives as much pleasure from taking care of you as she does when you return the favor. She never expects you to, in fact, there's many occasions where she declines you doing so. In some instances, your orgasm has proven to be enough to make her cum as well. "Oh, god." You whimper when Robin increases her speed, just a tad to really get you going. You mirror her, slipping over her clit in quicker circles.

"You're playing dirty, baby. It's not very nice." Robin pouts, though her breathy moans and drenched cunt tell a much different story.

"Can't help it...I wanna touch you...make you feel good." You reply breathlessly, earning a sharp bite of her teeth on the apex between your neck and shoulder. "Fuck!" You cry out at the sting, hoping to the heavens that it'll leave a nice bruise for you to look at later. A reminder that you are hers, all hers. Your free hand defiantly grabs for her chest, hoping to earn another. But instead, she moans into you, soothing the bite with her steaming tongue.

The two of you stay like this for a long while, keeping the careful pace of your hands and hungry mouths. You almost forget that there's anything else but this, this wonderful blissful pleasure, until Robin slips two fingers into your pussy with incredible ease. Another loud moan leaves you, and you attempt to reciprocate her moves once again. But she gently stops you, raising her head to gaze deep into your lust-drunk eyes. "You can do me after, alright, lovely? Right now, it's all about you." She purrs, the signature rasp in her voice making your walls clench around her fingers. "Mm, see? I can feel just how much you want me." She adds with a light chuckle, curling her fingers just so to make your mouth fall open. "Look at you, so fuckin' pretty when you're a mess for me." She muses, giving you one last chaste kiss before lowering to her knees. She lifts your right leg over her shoulder, exposing your dripping pussy to her. Her fingers are still inside you, curving their knuckles to make you weak. She leaves them where they are, for now, leaning in to latch her lips onto your clit and suck.

"Oh my god." You groan, your head falling back against the wall. Your hands tangle in Robin's hair to keep her close to you, your eyes rolling back into your skull as her lips and fingers work in sync to build you up. You're easily halfway there as it is, it won't take long at all for her to make you lose control.

"Mm." Robin hums as she drinks up the juices that flow from you, savoring every last drop as she continues to lick and suck and finger you with purpose. She can feel you squeeze around her as you draw closer to climax, and the way your thigh twitches over her shoulder. She keeps herself focused, despite her clit throbbing with need at every aspect of pleasuring you. It's borderline addictive for her, going down on you like this. She would do this and nothing else for the rest of her life if she could, just kneeling beneath her beloved goddess, praising you with her lips and tongue until the world ends.

"Getting close, baby. Please, don't stop." You whine as your orgasm draws near. You would find it embarrassing how easy it is for Robin to set you off, if she didn't make you feel like the most perfect creature who's ever walked this earth every single time.

Robin smirks at your admission, though she was more than well aware. It's unbelievably cute and sexy to hear you sound so helpless, how you utterly surrender to her love. She pumps her fingers inside you a bit faster now, but still in no rush. She knows exactly what you need to get to the finish line, a nice and steady buildup that all comes tumbling down in a shuddering crescendo. It's nearly an art, making you cum for her. One she takes the utmost pride in.

In spite of the water having dried up from your skin, a thick sheen of sweat has taken its place. You're burning up from the inside out, and only the refreshing waves of ecstasy can put out the flames. You can feel them coming, threatening to douse you from head to toe. Your thighs quiver in anticipation, your moans and cries of Robin's name growing louder by the second. You're so close, all you need is one last little push.

"C'mon, lovely. I can feel you begging for it, just let go for me." Robin encourages, before sucking down harder on your clit, while flicking her tongue across it rapidly. Her fingers pump into you rougher and quicker, and your fate is sealed.

"Oh, god! Robin!" You squeal out the only words you can find as your high takes over, tugging hard on Robin's hair as your hips buck into her face. Your legs attempt to snap closed, but her body in the way keeps them spread nice and wide. You feel yourself cum hard, directly into her mouth, spilling sweet nectar down her chin when she can't swallow it all. Stars blot out your vision, and you'd fall over yourself completely if she didn't have a good grasp on you.

Robin guides you as you ride out your bliss, admiring your fucked-out expression. When your muscles relax, she removes her fingers from you, unlatching her lips from your puffy clit. She stands, letting you find her eyes all on your own once your vison clears. "Hey." She says softly, smiling wide with your release still on her chin.

"Hey." You answer giddily, pulling her in close for a kiss of gratitude. Far be it from Robin to deny you, so she meets you halfway. It's short and sweet, and you taste yourself on her lips. When you pull away, she finds a fiery determination in your eyes. "My turn." You say lowly, turning you both around so she's the one pinned against the wall now. If there's one thing for certain, Robin is in for the munch of a lifetime.

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whatifmommylovedyou · 2 months ago

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DYING for u to write abt the team fetichizing Melissas hands. need that girl OBJECTIFIED

YAY! I feel like such a creep drooling over her hands to the degree that I am, but fuuuuuck it, she's got amazing ones. I hope these are objectifying enough for you!

Jackie exclaiming over Melissa's hands in the early days - at how big they are, at how good they'd look with polish. About how when they get back, Jackie would take her to the salon for fancy lotion & a full on manicure. Her fingers running over the backs of Melissa's, over her knuckles, the backs of her hand, across her palm. Melissa embarrassed & flustered, but not entirely sure why.

Picturing Misty staring at Melissa's fingers as she watches Melissa reading a magazine during the winter when they're in the cabin. Maybe Melissa running her fingertip along the edge, running her fingers along flat oval of her fingernail. I keep picturing someone having a nail clipper, or maybe they use a knife, but Melissa always keeps her nails short so Misty is just dreamily thinking of sucking on her fingers, running her tongue along the underside. Melissa faintly unsettled by the intensity of her staring. Embarrassed & not sure why.

In the early days, before the snow came, Van & Tai watched the way Melissa wrung out laundry. The way her knuckles bulged as she twisted. Watched the way Melissa's fingers turned pink & wrinkled in the warm water, & there may have been some embarrassed eye contact between them. Melissa doesn't really know what Tai & Van are looking so embarrassed as she stretches her fingers out after the discomfort of how cramped they were. Van says something about how hot her knuckles are when they're fucking together, & Tai teases her about introducing Melissa to the joys of lesbian sex.

Nat isn't really thinking when she watches Melissa's hands gesticulate as she talks. She's not really talking about anything that Nat cares about, but something about how BIG her hands look, as she waves one of them to demonstrate a point. She's got wide palms, & Nat is definitely thinking about what they would feel like on her tits.

Mari is zoning out when they're eating dinner, watching Melissa lick deer grease off of her fingers. Or maybe it's berry juice - but it's Melissa's tongue working its way across her knuckle, slipping her fingers inside & pursing her lips to suck the sweetness off. It's got Mari thinking of what that would feel like in her mouth, & she's blushing, staring at her own plate.

Lottie takes a plate from Melissa, & their fingers brush. Lottie thinking of the warmth of Melissa's hands as Melissa sits by the fire, hugging her knees, big hands grasping her shins. The fire is casting flickering shadows, & Lottie is in thst drowsy sleepy face as she watches Melissa absently drag her fingers up & down her own leg hair. Can almost feel it on her own legs, & she wants to kiss Melissa's palm the way she kissed Natalie's.

Akilah seeing just how gingerly, how carefully Melissa holds a bunny. Her hands are big enough that she can cradle it, & Akilah is struck by just HOW big Melissa's hands are. She's blushing, & she's not sure why. She just watches Melissa's thumb working its way across the bunny's head, gently.

Gen who's noticed Melissa's hands from the getgo. Has noticed Melissa's hands, the way she drums on her knees when she's bored, the way she cracks her knuckles, the way she's got a scar on one finger. Gen who has had genuine fantasies about what it would feel like for Melissa's hands to sink into her hair & just pull...

Shauna watching Melissa cut up meat, after she's seen Melissa cut the coach's tendon. Watching the way her hands adjust the meat, the way she holds the knife. Watching the way Melissa's knuckles bulge & flex as she carefully cuts the meat off of the bone, into the pile. Thinks of how those same knuckles were bulging as they grabbed her back last night, thinks of what it would feel like to have them inside of her. Shauna who grabs Melissa by the wrist when all the meat has been cut, all but dragging her away. "Where are we going?" "To wash your hands."

#melissa yellowjackets #i love her hands so much you guys

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stardust-swan · 11 months ago

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can you go more in depth on beauty secrets by geishas? i’ve always found them so interesting.

Geisha are very secretive about their inner lives, so it's hard to know for sure things like exactly what they would have done during their skincare routine or what kind of perfume they used, but we do know about their makeup, hair, and clothing. A lot of this information comes from the most successful geiko of Kyoto, Mineko Iwasaki's memoir Geisha, A Life (also known as Geisha of Gion), which was controversial among her peers as she revealed a lot of behind the scenes info on what life as a geisha is like. It's a very interesting read if you're interested in the inner lives of geisha. It can be downloaded on Libgen.

The Geisha Ideal

Mineko Iwasaki described how a geisha is meant to look:

She has the classic looks of a Heian princess, as though she might have stepped out of an eleventh-century scroll painting. Her face is a perfect oval. Her skin is white and flawless, her hair black as a raven’s wing. Her brows are half moons, her mouth a delicate rosebud. Her neck is long and sensuous, her figure gently rounded.

Makeup

Geisha wear highly stylised makeup derived from the kabuki tradition.

Foundation: Bintsuke oil paste is applied to the face, neck, and upper back as a base.

White Makeup: White face powder, made of rice powder, is mixed with water to form a paste. The face, neck, and upper chest are painted. Three stripes on the back of the neck are left unpainted in order to emphasize its slenderness, as in Japan the nape of the neck is considered beautiful. If wearing ordinary kimonos instead of formal outfit, only two lines will be left unpainted.

Eyebrows and eyes: As their eyebrows have been covered up by the white makeup, they are redrawn in pencil or charcoal. Black eyeliner is worn on the top lash line. Maiko (trainee geisha) use distinctive red eye makeup, whereas as geisha wear black eye makeup or may use subtle red makeup at the start of their brows. A crescent moon eyebrow shape is preferred.

Blush: Maiko wear pink blush on their cheeks, whereas geishas faces are completely white.

Lips: Maiko only paint one of their lips, while geisha paint both lips. They use a bold red lipstick which is derived from the red safflower, mixing it with water (and some also add sugar). They use a brush to paint a shape a bit smaller than their natural lip shape, as small lips are considered delicate. Tatcha has a lipstick called Kyoto Red which is in the same shade of red that geishas use.

Older geisha typically only wear a full face of makeup for performances and special occasions.

In the past, geisha would paint their teeth black, but today it is very uncommon, although some Kyoto geisha still practice it.

Video of geisha makeup application

Hair

There are different hairstyles for different stages of a geisha's career.

Junior maiko wear the wareshinobu (split peach) style.

Senior maiko wear the ofuku style

Yakko is worn for formal events

Katsuyama is worn for one month before and one month after the Gion Festival in July

The sakko is worn in the final month of a maiko's training. On their very last day as a maiko, the tie holding their topknot is ritually cut off.

After becoming geisha, they wear the shimada hairstyle, an elaborate high chignon.

Mineko Iwasaki's description of the wareshinobu style:

The hair is swept up and sculpted into a mass on the top of the head that is secured by red silk bands (kanoko) front and back and decorated with kanzashi, the stick pin ornaments so distinctive of the karyukai look. It is said that this simple, elegant style showcases the curve of the young girl’s neck and the freshness of her features to their best advantage.

To preserve their elaborate hairstyles, geisha would sleep on a rectangular lacquered wooden pillow topped with a narrow cushion. If a girl found it difficult to sleep on these pillows, the maids would sprinkle rice bran around the pillow, so that if the girl removed the pillow, bits of bran would stick to the pomade in her hair, forcing her to have to go to the hairdressers again. Geisha would visit the hairdressers every five days.

These days geisha just wear wigs, which as well as being more convenient, also prevent bald spots from forming, a common problem geisha in the past dealt with due to constant stress on the roots of their hair. Maiko are still required to use their real hair.

Geisha also got their faces shaved when they went to the hairdresser.

As well as wearing their hair in elaborate styles, geisha also decorate them with ornaments. This description is of the first set of hair ornaments Mineko Iwasaki wore:

I wore two hairpins tipped with silk plum blossoms (because it was February) on the sides of the back of the bun, a pair of silver flutters (bira) on the sides in front, an orange blossom pin (tachibana) on top, and a long pin tipped with balls of red coral (akadama) and jade, inserted horizontally through the base.

Maiko wear colourful hair ornaments with flower motifs that change every month.

Full-fledged geisha don't wear as many hair ornaments, just a simple comb and hairpins, and their hairpins aren't as elaborate as the ones worn by maikos.

The hair ornaments serve purposes other than just decoration. The pointed ends of the pins are used to protect geisha from attacks, and the coral ornaments worn in colder months are used to test whether sake has been poisoned as coral breaks in the presence of poison.

Fashion

Maiko wear more elaborate outfits than geisha do in order to compensate for their lack of expertise and knowledge. Mineko Iwasaki described one of her maiko outfits this way:

My kimono was made out of figured satin in variegated turquoise. The heavy hem of the train was dyed in shades of burnt orange, against which floated a drift of pine needles, maple leaves, cherry blossoms and chrysanthemum petals. My obi was made of black damask decorated with swallowtail butterflies. I wore a matching obi clasp of a swallowtail butterfly fashioned out of silver.

I carried the traditional handbag called a kago, which has a basketweave base topped by a drawstring pouch of colorful tie dyed silk, shibori, which is made by tying silk into a myriad of minute knots with thread before it is dyed. The result is a stunning dappled effect. Kyoto is famous for this technique. It is the one that was practiced by my mother.

The shibori of my handbag was pale peach and sported a design of cabbage butterflies. It held my dancing fan (decorated with the three red diamonds of the Konoe family [close advisers to the emperor] painted on a gold background), a red-and-white hand towel decorated in a matching pattern, a boxwood comb, and various other accessories. All of these were encased in covers made from the same silk as the bag, and all of them were monogrammed.

Maiko wear a collar called eri, which is hand-sewn onto the nagajuban (a robe worn under the kimono) for each wearing. These red collars tell a story in and of themselves. They are made from silk that has been finely embroidered with white, silver, and gold thread. The younger one is the less dense the embroidery and the more visible the red of the silk. As one matures, the appliqué becomes heavier until little red (a symbol of childhood) can be seen. The progression continues until the day one “turns one’s collar” from maiko to geiko and begins to wear a white collar instead of a red one.

Under their clothes, geisha wear two rectangular undergarments made of cotton, one wrapped tight around the chest and the other wrapped tight around the hips. This helps flattens and smoothes the lines of the kimono. Next comes a long cotton hip wrap, like a half-slip, then a pair of long bloomers to preserve modesty should the front fold of the kimono open.

Next comes the hadajuban, a loose blouselike garment that follows the lines of the kimono. A maiko’s hadajuban has a red collar. Over this, a full length under robe is worn called a nagajuban. Mineko Iwasaki described hers as being "made from tie-died silk figured with a fan-shaped pattern and embroidered with an assortment of flowers."

After their undergarments are on, the kimono and obi (sash) are put on. Their kimono and obi have different designs for each season. For example, in summer, a kimono with hydrangeas might be worn and in Autumn a kimono with maple leaves might be worn. Kimonos for the winter months are made from thicker silk than kimonos for the warm months.

Geisha wear kimonos with more subdued colours and shorter obis than maiko do. A maiko's long obi will sometimes have the crest of the okiya she lives in on it. The clothes worn by geisha and maiko alike are made of expensive silk and are tailor made.

Geisha aren't dressed by themselves, but rather they have professional dressers who dress them every day. The dressers must ensure perfection, and they are the ones who bear the blame if anything is missing, out of place, or seasonally inappropriate.

Mineko describes a maiko's shoes as thus:

Kimono are always worn with either wooden or leather sandals. Okobo, 6-inch-high clog-like wooden sandals, are a distinctive part of a maiko’s outfit. The height of the sandal is a counterbalance to the dangling ends of the maiko’s long obi. Okobo are difficult to walk in, but the mincing gait they ensure is thought to add to the maiko’s allure.

Maiko and geiko always wear white tabi socks. The big toe of the tabi is separated, like a mitten, so that the toes can grip the sandal easily. We wear socks one size smaller than our shoe size, which leads a neat and dainty appearance to the foot.

First year maiko's shoes have little bells dangling from them that makes a sound when they move. Geisha wear flat zori or geta rather than okobo.

The finishing touches to a geisha's outfit are a kimono bag and a fan.

Skincare

We don't know what geisha did when they were sat in front of their mirrors after removing makeup, but we can speculate based on the kind of skincare Japanese women used in times past.

Translucent, white skin was a Japanese ideal of feminine beauty, so they might have used whitening face creams. Camellia oil is commonly used as a cleanser, moisturiser, and to remove makeup in Japan. Rice bran is also used as a cleanser (it's good for dissolving binsuke) and ground azuki beans are used as an exfoliater. Cooled green tea, full of antioxidants, is used as a toner. Squalane and seaweed are used as moisturizers. Parasols are used to protect the skin from the sun.

Mineko Iwasaki describes a bath she took after a long day:

I lowered myself gingerly into the steaming water and soaked until my skin was supple. Then I got out of the tub and, with a bucket and hot water from a spigot in the wall, washed thoroughly with soap and water. Next I rubbed myself all over with a net pouch filled with rice bran. Rice bran contains a significant amount of Vitamin B and is great for the skin. Then I got back in the tub for a final soak.

Geisha also bathe in onsens.

Perfume

We do know geisha wear perfume, but specific fragrances are hard to pin down.

Guerlain made a perfume called "Yakko," inspired by the geisha Sadayakko, who was the first geisha to travel Europe, inspired Puccini's opera Madame Butterfly, and licensed her name to a range of beauty products. It's hard to find any information on the Yakko perfume or what notes it contained, but Guerlain's famous Mitsouko perfume came out in 1919. Inspired by Japan, it contains bergamot, peach, jasmine, rose, and spices.

In the early 20th century, perfumes by French designers like Guerlain, Coty, Chanel and Patou became fashionable among upper class Japanese women, so it's possible geisha used fragrances from these houses to further enhance their allure.

Mineko Iwasaki described one of the first geisha she knew as wearing strong perfume, which caused a cloud of scent to waft into the room every time she fluttered her fan, so perhaps in times past geisha wore perfumes with loud projection that helped them be noticed. In modern Japan, strong perfume is unpopular, as it can bother people on public transport and interfere with the smell and taste of food in restaurants. Geisha, being the perfect hostesses, may not choose a heavy perfume in the modern era so as to follow etiquette and not disturb their clients while they're enjoying a nice meal. Brands known for their light perfumes like Maison Margiela and Diptyque are top-sellers in Japan.

Until the mid 19th century in Japan, it was common for women to scent their kimonos by leaving them on top of an incense burner in a small cage.

Geisha and oiran (courtesans) would carry pieces of scented wood in their sleeves, and would rub scented powder into their hands and necks.

Misc

Mineko Iwasaki described carrying a handbag which contained her fan, a hand towel, lipstick, comb, and a small cushion. Every item had its own carrying case made from Eriman red silk and monogrammed in white with the characters for Mineko.

Shiseido, a brand which is still going strong today, was founded in Japan in 1872. Among their most popular early cosmetics were scented hair tonics and floral perfumes, which were considered to contribute to the brand's luxurious image, helping to make it popular with Japan's upper class. Geisha were at the forefront of beauty and sophistication, so while there's no documentation of it, it's likely that some of their products found their way into the toilettes of geisha due to its prominence in early 20th century Japan and sophisticated image.

Tatcha, founded in 2009, is inspired by geisha beauty routines. The founder of Tatcha interviewed a geisha in Kyoto who was willing to share some of the closely guarded geisha beauty secrets, which would form the inspiration for Tatcha.

A big part of the geisha's appeal isn't just her looks, but her demeanor, the way she moves, and her conversational skills. Geisha train in dance and traditional Japanese arts and are experts at having sophisticated conversations. Not going to go into too much detail as it's its own topic, but it's good to remember that a big part of their mystique comes from their talent, grace and etiquette, not just their physical beauty. They're the full package, not just part of it.

#ask #geisha #beauty

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 10 months ago

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"Mistress of Starfall"

For @ainurweek

Ainur involved in the story: Melkor, Langon, Varda

Pairing: Melkor/Varda

AU: Medieval AU

Themes: Soft | First meetings

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 900+words

Summary: While occupying himself during a royal hunt, Crown Prince Melkor meets Lady Varda for the first time.

A/n: full list of my Noble Houses of Valinor can be found here. I will be updating it again soon.

Melkor looked at the entry of the camp when a pack of dogs, mastiffs all of them, raced toward it in a cacophony of baying and snarling, shattering the morning's peace with the din they made. A large party of riders trailed after them, their steeds caparisoned in deep blue and vibrant silver silk.

“Are they all from Starfall?” He asked his varlet, Langon.

“Most likely, your grace,” Langon answered. He took the hammer out of his lord’s hand and returned it to the chest of tools left for the prince’s use upon a stool. “Lord Starfield was to meet your father, the king.”

Melkor set down the hoof he was finished with and straightened himself. His horse reared his head when a hound came too close, and he made haste to brush his hand over the beast’s neck to soothe him. Ancalagon had a temper with anyone who was not his master, and Melkor did not wish to tarnish the day with the chilling spectacle of his horse bloodying one of Greengrove’s hounds.

“Draw a bath for me and be quick about it,” he called out to a servant passing by, though not unkindly. “Lord Starfield may not take kindly to my greeting him while covered in grime and reeking of horse, and neither will the king.”

“That may not be necessary just yet, your grace.” Langon studied the riders keenly. Many a lord and lady he saw, but not the raven-haired Lord of Greengrove. “Lord Starfield is not with the other riders,” he said, pointing. “A lady leads them instead.”

Melkor’s gaze followed his steward’s outstretched arm. A young noblewoman rode ahead of the others, garbed in blue and silver brocade, with a thick fur cloak to shield her from the early autumn chill. Her eyes, set wide, were dark like the deep, fathomless pools one found only in the most ancient of forests, and her mouth was soft and generous, as if it had been carved by a sculptor's skilled hands. Her hair was as dark as a raven’s wing, but little of it could be seen; a few stray wisps escaped the blue velvet coif sitting above her brow to frame her oval face.

“Lower your arm, Langon,” he whispered, startled by her beauty. “She comes toward us.”

“Good morrow, my lords,” the lady said, reining her horse to a stop. When she looked over her shoulder, a retainer of House Starfield, the Kennel Master perhaps, whistled sharply. The hounds who raced ahead of their masters settled on the grass and fell silent, their breath misting in the air. “The journey has been long and tiresome, and I find I have a great thirst. Pray may I have some water?”

Langon reached for Melkor’s empty goblet as the ladles, he discovered, were far from clean. He picked up the waterskin on the ground beside them, filled the goblet to the brim, and pressed it into his lord’s hand.

“Your water, my lady,” Melkor said, holding it up to her.

"My thanks." The lady accepted it and drank long and deep, her dark eyes fixed intently on the prince. They were piercing and shrewd, but they held no malice. At length, she said, “Might I ask your name, sir?”

“You are in the presence of the Crown Prince Melkor, my lady,” Langon said on his lord’s behalf, for that was one of his many duties. “Lord of Taniquetil and the future king of Valinor.”

“My pardons, your grace.” Varda gave the empty goblet for Langon to take and dismounted gracefully, having grown much accustomed to riding. She dipped her knees in a deep courtesy. “I could not recall who you were; my lord father sent me away while I was still a child. I am Lady Varda, daughter of Lord Starfield.”

“The future mistress of Starfall.” Melkor took her hand when she rose and brought it to his lips. The scent of rosewater perfume lingered along her glove; it made his mouth water. “We were all told your father sent you to Endorë to attend Queen Melian as one of her ladies-in-waiting. Have you just returned?”

"Aye," Varda said. “And it is why I am here, your grace. My father asked that I attend the hunt in his place. He sent a letter for me to pass on to his grace, the king.”

“My lord father will be pleased to have you with us, but I cannot join you when you meet with him. I fear I am not in a fit state to meet the king.”

Varda looked at him, the mud on his boots, the grime soiling his hands. Then she sniffed at the air and smiled. “Mud. Dirt. Horse. Trifling things compared to what your lord father has smelled and seen in his long life, no doubt.”

The Crown Prince’s smile mirrored her own. “Perhaps,” he allowed, offering his arm. “Still, it would be unwise of me to test his patience in such things. I am his firstborn child and heir, after all.”

“Such may indeed be the case,” Varda told him, allowing him to lead her to his father’s tent at the far end of the field. “But do not fear, my lord. I will pacify your father should he become vexed by the current state of your appearance.”

“Now this I must witness with my own eyes,” Melkor murmured, amused. A warrior, seeing them approaching the king’s tent, drew away the flap to allow them entry. “Come, my lady. Let me introduce you to my father."

tags: @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

#ainurweek #ainur week #medieval au #langon #melkor #varda #melkro x varda #the silm #the silmarillion #book of lost tales #the valar #the ainur #the maiar

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baura-bear · 2 years ago

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for the snippet thing could u post "jack abducts a child" plss

I think I've shared a snippet of this before... that being said I can't find the post, but here's a part that I didn't share :)

“What’cha doin’ down there, Miss Mae?” Jack called, leaning forward in his chair. His strumming slowed to a stop as he smiled out at her.

Maggie looked up, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “Drawing, like you daddy,” she said proudly. Her wide smile showed off the gap in her front teeth where she’d recently lost her first tooth.

“That so?” Jack set the guitar aside, leaning it against the wall of the house. He plucked his cigarette up from the ashtray and stood to walk over to Maggie. “Mind if I take a look?”

Maggie stood up to her full height, looking down at her drawing with furrowed brows. “Well… It’s not done yet,” she burrowed the toe of her shoe into the dirt, careful not to disrupt the drawing. “But you let me see your unfinished drawings… So I guess you can see it.”

Jack walked around her so that he didn’t kick up any dirt near her art and looked over her head down at the ground. “Gimme the rundown, what’ve we got here?”

“Well,” She used her stick to point at some triangles to the right. “Those are the mountains,” She turned around to point behind Jack towards the mountains their yard faced. She turned back around to point at an oval with jagged lines protruding. “And that’s the tarantula Papa found last week. And there’s Papa!” She pointed at a stick figure that was almost as tall as the mountains. “And this is you,” A stick figure much smaller than the mountains. She looked up at Jack and crossed her arms. “If you hadn’t interrupted I would’ve had time to add me and Uncle Charlie.”

“Shoot,” Jack held up his arms in surrender, “Didn’t realize I was interrupting such a pivotal part of the art makin’ process. You let me know when it’s all done, and until then I’ll be on the porch.” He gently ruffled her hair then returned to the porch. Instead of sitting on the rocking chair he sat on the edge of the porch, resting his elbows on his knees.

#my writing #asks #jack kelly

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nancypullen · 8 months ago

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Back to Reality

I've always been a homebody, a nester. Few things make me happier than a cozy, sweet home and a pot of soup bubbling on the stove. After ten wonderful days in France we flew home (well, that took an extra day) and slipped back into our daily routine. After a good night's sleep I made a grocery run, came home and tossed in travel laundry, then got busy on a pot of vegetable soup. Not gonna' lie, France is better. Denton stinks. One positive note, when we arrived home and turned onto our little cul-de-sac the autumn color was bursting into its glory.

It's like lifting the lid of a treasure chest full of jewels. Oh, I love it! I'm stuffing myself with salads, trying to cleanse my body of all of the gloriously rich French food. There's not one bite I regret. I do regret not bringing home a variety of butters. There are actual butter stores in France where you can buy butters infused with any flavor you can imagine. French butter is already vastly more delicious than our supermarket stuff, but imagine it combined with your favorite herbs, spices, or sweet flavors. They'll vacuum seal it for you if you're traveling. I talked myself out of hauling a suitcase full of butter home, but I'm still thinking about it. Shallot butter, vanilla butter, chili butter, smoked salt butter, citrus butter, truffle butter, I can't even remember the hundreds of flavors.

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Their butter has more fat and less water than our American butter, and I'm sure there's some other magic involved, and I'm convinced that if it was distributed worldwide we would finally have peace. Everyone would be happy. *sigh* That said, now that I am back in the land of instant everything, I am not enjoying a buttery quiche for breakfast. The French would cry if they saw my morning "meal".

Yep, a protein shake with an extra scoop of collagen powder. Reality sucks. I'm just going to mention that life expectancy in the U.S. is 77.5 and in France it's 82.3. Maybe we should eat the butter.

In other news, Mickey has a cold. Thoughts and prayers are appreciated. If he doesn't make it I'll post the funeral info here. I should probably shop for a black dress. I've threatened him with bodily harm if he keeps coughing and breathing on me. Halloween is just days away and I intend to enjoy it with my grandgirl. So there you have it, we're back and everything is normal (ish). The kitties were thrilled to see us and are still in our faces 24/7, reminding us that we abandoned them. The cat sitter babies them, talks to them, lets them choose their own dinner, and they still act as if we left them to waste away. Drama queens. I have a dental check-up tomorrow and I never expect anything good to come of that. I brush and floss constantly, yet they always find enough work in my mouth to send their kids to college. I'm dreading it. After that it's mammogram time. The fun never ends.

I received our Xmas cards in the mail and realized that it's just 63 days until Santa comes. Good grief. Election day is just 13 days away, and that's terrifying. The day after the election I'm flying to Florida to visit my mom. My sister will meet me there and we'll have some girl time. I'm hoping we all feel relieved and not gut punched. Do I dare hope? I'm a silver lining seeker, a lifeboat singer, an eternal optimist - but I have to admit the last couple of years have stomped on that. Hard. I keep begging the universe to show me just how good things can be, trying to manifest the good. It does feel like there's a wave of positive energy, of goodness, sweeping the country - but I felt that once before and we ended up with an orange con man in the Oval Office. He's a liar, a grifter, a narcissist, an adjudicated rapist, a pervert, a 34 times convicted felon, he tried to steal a free and fair election, and there are still idiots who say, "That's my guy!" Even if you can ignore his criminal history and his lies, he's not a smart man. He doesn't even understand how our government operates. He can't grasp basic science. It's absolutely beyond me how anyone thinks he's in any way fit to lead. If you're one of those people, this blog is not for you. Move on. I've always been a promoter of unity, finding our similarities rather than our differences, respecting the beliefs and views of others even if I feel the opposite. Not anymore. This is not remotely about liberal vs conservative or Republican vs Democrat, this is not about policy at all. This is about decency. If, after everything he has done, you're still a Trumper, then I see who you are at your core. You may play nice in public or move through your days doing good acts, but at the end of the day you're okay with racism, misogyny, and cruelty. Deep down you truly think that someone who has a different skin tone, loves a same sex partner, or immigrated here seeking the American dream, is somehow LESS than you. That they deserve fewer rights and unfair treatment, the opposite of what this country is supposed to stand for. I'm so tired of the mean-spirited and ugly rhetoric being paraded around as patriotism. It's the opposite. Okay, okay. Getting off my soap box. I hope that you're making an educated choice in the voting booth. I hope that you're thinking of daughters who have fewer rights than their mothers did, grandparents who rely on Social Security, and what our future will look like if an ignorant wanna-be dictator with selfish, cruel intent regains power.

Think I'm being dramatic? These are photos of women in Iran in the 1970's - studying at university and window shopping, wearing the fashions of the day.

Here's the women of Iran now. In 1979 it became the law that all women must wear the hijab or face arrests and beatings. That was just the beginning.

All it takes is one mad man and his minions. Don't let that happen. From French butter to human rights, that sounds about right for this blog. I sit down at the laptop, crack open my brain, and shake everything out. Take what you want, leave the rest for the crows.

I think I'll sit at my desk and address Xmas cards. I'm cursing myself by getting an early start, aren't I ? Just asking for trouble. Maybe I'll make art instead. I'm in the mood to paint something. I hope that your day is sunny and positive. Treat yourself today, whether that's a cookie or a new nail polish - just a little bit of happy goes a long way. Sending out lots of love, I hope you feel it. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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mydarllinglover · 2 years ago

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Alone || Allocated Jobs

"They're still your guns." A woman with oval glasses and dark hair, named Olivia, said, a trolley was in front of her, so that they could place their weapons on it.

Olivia was in charge of inventory.

"You can check them out whenever you go beyond the wall." Deanna explained. "But inside here, we store them for safety."

Natalia placed down the big gun she had been carrying since the prison, also the magazines, then the gun in the holster on her hip, that she had found on the road, as well as the gun in her waistband, also the box of ammo.

"Is it just guns you're taking in?" She asked, placing her guns down on the already full trolley.

"Yes, just the guns." Deanna smiled.

She nodded, stepping back.

Carol stepped forward, smiling meekly as she set down the hand gun, then struggled with the strap of the other gun she was carrying.

They watched In silence at her awkwardness, her acting not herself.

"Should have brought another bin." Olivia joked as she wheeled it out.

Aaron had told Rick and Carl that the group had two house's between them.

Natalia didn't know where she stood with anyone, she didn't know how they were gonna house.

The one thing she was excited about, was the shower.

She peeled off the clothes, that felt like another skin, all the things that had happened, as she worn it, came to mind.

She blinked the memories away, emptying the pockets of the cargos.

Three darts, the group had never returned theirs, she wondered if they even still had them, the carton of cigarettes, the lip gloss she had taken from the meeting with the Governor all those months ago.

When she got in the shower, the water ran dark and red, all sorts washed off her body, with the lack of food, she hadn't had to deal with a period, though she knew the other women had, after the loss, she never really got it back, until the prison, then it went again.

She had washed her hair about three times, until she was finally satisfied that it was clean and shiny and smelled good, unlike the prison, it was the first time she was showering with hot water, in a very long time.

She was even given a razor, to shave, something she didn't think to care about either, now she did.

After getting out the shower, she wrapped her hair up in a second towel, drying it off as she brushed her teeth with a new toothbrush.

Natalia looked in the mirror, her skin was tight, she had bags that were dark and loud, freckles danced along her cheeks and nose, from being out in the sun for so long, a small thin, white, scar traced along her right cheek, from when she got punched in the face by the man who was now dead, because of her.

She had gotten dressed into clean clothes, a clean, black tank top, and a pair of pyjama bottoms, red and black, the opposite of her beloved ones.

Natalia applied the lip gloss, attempting to smile at her self as she took a breath in, brushing her drying her hair with her fingers.

Eventually she tore herself away from the bathroom, heading back outside the house, there was already blood on the steps of the porch, and a gutted Opossum.

"Well, ain't you looking nice and pretty." Carol smiled at her as she walked out the other house.

"I had a shower." She winced at the compliment.

Daryl and Rick were stood between the two houses, both taking in Natalia's new image.

"For your new friend?" Daryl scowled as the two women reached them.

"No."

"New friend? Who?" Rick asked.

"No one."

"Spencer, Deanna's son." Carol said at the same time as Natalia. "You know, it wouldn't hurt to get to know him, learn a bit abou-"

"House's are nice." Natalia steered the conversation away, looking at the buildings.

"Yeah, they're right next to each other, but..." Carol followed.

"They took our weapons and now they're splitting us up." Rick said.

Natalia didn't necessarily agree with him.

"Yeah." Daryl nodded.

"Yeah."

"We'll all be staying in the same house tonight."

"Then after?" Natalia asked.

"We'll figure that out when we get to it." Rick told her.

When night had come, the group got settled in the living room, all finding a place to rest for the night.

"How long was I in there for?" Michonne asked, coming out of the bathroom, Rick was setting Judith down in an actual crib, Daryl was sat by the window sill, Natalia was sat by his legs, smiling at the baby as she settled down for sleep.

"Twenty minutes." Rick told her.

"God, I could not stop brushing." Michonne wiped her face, her toothbrush still in hand.

"Thank god for the rest of us" Natalia teased.

"Watch it." Michonne aimed her toothbrush at her, Rick walked towards the woman, leaving the pair to watch over the baby.

"Huh, I've never seen your face like that." Michonne said, taking a look at Ricks freshly shaven face.

"That's what I felt, before and after." He said, him and her walking further into the kitchen, away from the group.

Natalia smiled at Judith, gently swiping her hair to the side as she stared up at her.

She couldn't feel the blue pair of eyes on her.

A knock at the door caught their attention.

Rick opened it, letting Deanna in.

"Rick, I..." She paused, staring at him. "Wow."

Rick groaned.

"I didn't know what was under there. Listen, I- I don't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were all settling." She looked around the room full of people. "Oh, my. Staying together. Smart."

Natalia felt like she was in a museum exhibit, she didn't like it.

"No one said we couldn't" Rick told Deanna.

"You said you're a family. That's what you said. Absolutely amazing to me how people with completely different backgrounds and nothing in common can become that. Don't you think?"

"Everybody said you gave them jobs." Rick said.

She looked around, meeting Daryl's eyes, she didn't get a job.

He slightly shook his head, looking back at the pair at the door, so did she.

"Mm-hmm. Yeah. Part of this place. Looks like the communists won after all." She laughed.

"Well, you didn't give me one." Rick said.

"I have." She nodded. "I just haven't told you yet. Same with Michonne. I'm closing in on something for Sasha. All will be revealed to Natalia soon, I hope. And I'm just trying to figure Mr Dixon out, but I will."

Natalia scoffed at this, receiving a gentle kick in the back from the man himself.

"Oh, speaking of Ms Moore, you have an appointment tomorrow, at the infirmary with Pete, Aaron arranged it."

"I- I don't-" She shook her head.

"He will be expecting your arrival." She said, pointedly, a smile still on her face, she then turned back to Rick. "You look good."

Rick shut the door behind her.

"Appointment?" He looked at Natalia.

"You had another conversation with Spencer already?" Glenn asked, making her face flush.

"Somebody's been pouring the bisquick." Abraham muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

"It's for allergies!" Natalia put a stop to the conversation quickly.

"Allergies, since when?" Michonne asked.

"Birth." She said, then turned to Daryl, "This is all your fault." She hit his leg. "And your stupid big mouth."

She had woken up before the sun had risen, everyone else was still asleep.

Daryl was asleep beside her, which was normal for the pair, she had actually started the pattern of struggling to sleep without him.

"Where ya going?" He grunted, looking around, when she had got up from the floor.

"Didn't mean to wake you, sorry" She whispered, "Going for a smoke."

"Alright" He got up, grabbing his crossbow and went to follow her. "Well, lets go then." He whispered to her, moving her along.

She shook her head, with a sigh, walking towards the door and sneaking out to sit on the porch, offering the man who sat next to her the carton.

He had used his lighter to ignite both of the sticks.

"So this-"

"Don't" She cut him off, breathing out a small cloud of smoke. "I'm never talking to another man again, if this is what happens." She said, staring ahead, though she was surprised that he of all people would even bother to converse about something like.

"Fine by me." He shrugged, inhaling on the cigarette.

A few hours later, the sun had rose and the group left the house, exploring the rest of Alexandria, Natalia and Daryl stayed on the porch, she sat still as he fixed up his crossbow.

"They said explore." Rick told them.

"Nah, I'll stay" Daryl told him.

"Ain't you got somewhere to be?" Rick asked Natalia.

"Nope." She continued to stare ahead.

"Alright." Rick caved, staring ahead, watching a woman walk a dog on a leesh, Sully, who was sat in between the archer and the woman, also watched. "Lori and me, we used to drive through neighbourhoods like this. Thinking, "One day..."

"Well, here we are." Daryl sat on the ground, his knees to his chest and his arms around his legs, looking around the porch.

"We'll be back." Rick told the pair, walking off the steps and into the street.

They had spent most of the day on the porch, they didn't have jobs or people they wanted to talk to.

Carl had come back at some time.

"Hey, Carl, you alright?" Natalia asked him, Daryl also looked up.

"Yeah, was just playing video games with some other kids." He said, he seemed a little uncomfortable, thrown off by his own words.

"Video games? Shut up!" Natalia gasped, sitting up.

"Yeah." Carl laughed. "Maybe you should join us next time, instead of sitting here the whole day, meet people."

"We ain't got jobs." Daryl told him.

"Then you could try being sociable, you know I probably have to go to school, now?"

"A 14 year old in school, how shocking, there must be something wrong with these people." Natalia fake expressed.

"Ain't you deathly scared of fruit?" Carl asked her.

"Are you threatening me Carl Grimes?" Natalia stood up, looking at the kid. "For your information, Im allergic to nuts, which is perfectly normal and more common than most people think. There are dead people walking around eating the living, but an normal thing from before is what's got everyone asking questions?" She wondered out loud, walking down the porch steps.

"Where you going?" Daryl asked her.

"Got an doctors appointment, remember?"

"You're in your pyjamas." Carl called after her.

"I'm not getting dressed up to tell some doctor that I can handle my own." She told him, turning around only to let out a squeal of surprise. "Spencer."

Spencer had snuck up beside her, again.

"Hey, didn't mean to scare you." He smiled, patting her shoulder.

She looked at his hand on her arm until he took it off.

"No touching, got it." He nodded.

"The last person who touched me when I didn't want it, I slit his throat." She said, bluntly, making eye contact with the man.

Spencer's face paled as he cleared his throat, his eyes moved to glance at the man sat on the porch, who was observing carefully, so was the teenager beside him, his hand on the handle of the knife in the sheath.

"Right... Well, I was just wondering if you wanted a guide to the infirmary, being new and all, probably don't know where anything is." He tried to reign back some charm, but it was obvious he was nervous.

"That's not needed, I know my way, thanks." She told him, walking past and down the street, without anymore acknowledgement, not even a look back.

"She's a tough one to crack." Spencer pointed his thumb at the woman's back, looking back at the porch, as he tried to joke with the two people.

"Leave her alone then. Take the hint, man." Carl told him, walking into the house.

The archer didn't speak, but his stare carried a thousand words, or threats.

Spencer nodded, looking at his shoes, before turning around heading back to where ever he had come from.

The next day, Natalia had woken up before the sun, heading to the porch for a smoke, Daryl had yet again followed her.

"You like it here?" She asked him.

"Mhm." He grunted.

"Yeah, I don't know if I should feel like I'm living in a dream or a nightmare, a place like this can't stay safe forever, their people are useless, they haven't experienced real problems."

"Anything happens, we'll deal with it, like we always do." He told her.

"Cheers on that." She held the cigarette out, gesturing for him to tap the side of his against hers, which he did, then they both inhaled the sticks.

Just like the day before, they were still out there when everyone left for their new jobs.

"Ow." Daryl grumbled, cutting his finger on his crossbow as he played about with it, Natalia was watching him from the floor.

Carol walked out the door, dressed in a shirt and a blue cardigan.

"Don't you look nice." Natalia complimented her.

"Time to punch the clock and make the casseroles." She replied.

"What?" Daryl asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Make dinner for the older people, moms who need a break, people who can't cook. Get to meet a lot of the neighbours that way, Natalia, you could help me, seeing as your job hasn't been revealed yet."

"Sorry, Carol. I'm on vacation, and rest, got a blood test yesterday." She held out her arm, showing off the tape with a cotton ball tucked under it on the inside of her elbow. "Besides, I'm in that bracket of people who can't cook."

"How'd the appointment with Pete go?" Carol asked.

"Normal, just took my name, details, what I'm allergic to, emergency people, for some reason, got me to do a check up. Oh, and he wants everyone trained on how to use an Epi-Pen, to y'know, potentially save my life, which would be useless if we're out there, considering there's not much you can do after a rush of adrenaline." She shrugged.

"It would still do a great deal of use to know, just in case." Carol told her. "Who did you put down as your emergency people?"

"Y'know... it supposed to be family members, went for the next best thing... Rick, you, Michonne, Daryl" She jabbed her thumb at the man. "Hope you don't mind."

"I'm honoured." She smiled at her. "Daryl, Have you taken a shower, yet?"

"Mhm-hmm." He lied, concentrating on the weapon.

Carol saw right through him.

"Take a shower. I'm gonna wash that vest. Natalia, did you want me to wash your old clothes?"

"No, it's okay, I'm gonna burn them."

"Oh, okay." She nodded. "Remember, we need to keep up appearances, even the both of you." She said, walking down the steps.

"Hey, I ain't starting now." Daryl told her.

"I'm gonna hose you down in your sleep." She threatened, walking down the pavement.

"You look ridiculous." He called after her.

"Real mature." Natalia goaded.

"Shut up." He grumbled, going back to fiddling about.

Later on in the day, Glenn and the rest of the supply group came back, things seemed pretty heated between him and the leader, the other Monroe son.

Natalia got up, leaning over the porch, before running down.

"Where you going?" Daryl called after her, but got up and followed anyway.

They both slowed down as they approached.

Aiden stepped towards Glenn.

"Say that again." He told him.

"No, back off, Aiden." Tara told him.

Aiden pushed Glenn away.

"Come on." Aiden egged on.

"Come on, man. Just take a step back." Noah told him, taking a step towards them.

Aiden pushed him again.

"Come on, tough guy." Aiden ignored Noah and Tara.

"No ones impressed, man." Glenn told him. "Walk away."

"Aiden!" Deanna called, heading over. "What is going on?"

"This guys got a problem with the way we do things." Aiden told his mother. "Why did you let these people in?"

"Because we actually know what we're doing out there." Glenn answered.

Aiden swung for him, but Glenn ducked it, landing a punch, sending him to the ground.

"Aiden, No! That's enough!" Deanna ordered.

Nicolas ran forward, but Daryl met him half way, tackling him to the ground.

"I said that's enough!"

"Daryl!" Natalia went over, But Rick got to him first, attempting to pull him off.

"Lets not do this now." Rick told him.

"Lets go." Aiden said, getting up from the ground.

Michonne stepped up to him.

"You wanna end up on your ass again?"

"Cool, alright." Aiden backed off.

"Daryl." Rick said, pulling Daryl away from Nicolas, who rolled over, coughing.

"Daryl, stop." Natalia hissed, grabbing his arm, yanking him back as Rick held a hand to his chest.

"I want everyone to hear me, okay?" Deanna grabbed the attention of Alexandrians and the group. "Rick and his people are apart of this community now in all ways as equals. Understood?" She looked to her son.

"Understood." Aiden answered.

"All of you. Turn in your weapons. Then you two, come talk to me."

Everybody walked away, Rick stepped away from Daryl, but Natalia still held on to his wrist, as his eyes followed the pair.

"Stop." She glared at him, her jaw was clenched.

"I told you I had a job for you." Deanna told Rick. "I'd like you to be our constable. That's what you were. That's what you are. And you, too." She looked at Michonne. "Will you accept?"

"Okay." Rick accepted.

"Yeah, I'm in." Michonne nodded.

Natalia let go of Daryl, smiling at her friend, he scoffed, walking away.

Natalia rolled her eyes, going after the man, making sure he didn't wind up in a fight with anyone else.

That night, the group continued to stay in the living room of the first house, Daryl and Natalia were out on the porch, this time, he had offered her a cigarette from his stash.

Rick walked out the house, wearing his new uniform.

"We good?" He asked.

"Yeah." Daryl replied in a quiet voice. "You a cop again?"

Carol came out of another door, joining the three

"Trying it on for size." Rick answered.

"You look good." Natalia told him.

"Thanks, Nat."

"So we're staying?" Carol asked.

"I think we can start sleeping in our own homes." Rick said. "Settle in."

"If we get comfortable here, let our guard down, this place is gonna make us weak."

"Fuck no." Natalia disagreed, blowing out smoke.

"Carl said that." Rick revealed. "But its not gonna happen." He walked towards the Bannister, looking over the street. "We won't get weak. That's not in us anymore. We'll make it work. And if they can't make it..."

"We'll just have to take care of it." Natalia finished.

"Right." Rick nodded at her.

The next day, Rick had led them back to the old house him and Natalia talked at, when he hid the gun in the blender, under the guise of them teaching Carol how to shoot.

"There's just one of them." Daryl spotted the lone walker. "I don't see it, but it's close. There's just one of 'em."

"We won't be here long." Rick said. "So what do you think?"

"We can go in when it's empty." Carol said, the gun had disappeared, they didn't know who took it, but they were scheming on getting more from the Amory.

"How is that? It's locked up at night."

"The window. There's just a latch. I can leave it open."

"A latch?" He asked the woman.

"Yeah."

"What if one of those pricks shuts it?" Daryl asked.

"Wait a couple days, leave it open again."

"It's getting closer." Daryl told them, hearing the walker snarling.

"We need to do it sooner than later. Right now, they're not watching us. Not worrying about meetings like this."

"Because they're stupid, comfortable." Natalia mused.

"We may need the guns. We may not."

"We will, whatever way it goes."

"They're the luckiest damn people I ever met." Rick said. "And they just keep getting luckier."

"How's that?" Daryl asked.

"We're here now."

"And Deanna seems to trust us, a lot. Look what happened with Glenn and Aiden yesterday." Natalia pointed out.

"They've got a couple of footlockers, just full of 9 millimetre autos, Rugers. Kal-Tecs. Just tossed in there. They don't know how use them. They're never gonna know they're gone."

"Someone's got one now, right?" Daryl looked at the empty blender.

"Listen, the others, we want them to try." Rick said.

"You too." Carol looked between Daryl and Natalia.

"I let them stick needles in me." Natalia defended herself, she was better than the archer. "They got me on their database."

"So we keep it quiet. Just us." Rick said.

The walker snarl got louder.

"Here it comes." He nodded ahead.

"I got it." Natalia unsheathed her knife, walking backwards.

"Hey, wait." Carol stopped her.

Natalia paused, turning around to look at the walker.

Carol aimed her gun, firing, shooting at its body a few times before finally taking him out.

"What was that?" Natalia asked her.

"We said we were taking me out shooting. I couldn't go back with a full mag." Carol explained.

"Lucky he came by." Daryl said.

"We should get back." Rick told them. "You'll pull the latch, we'll pick our moment. Us, we don't need to be lucky."

"The hell's that?" Daryl asked, looking at the walker. "Is that a W?"

On it's forehead, a W was carved into it's flesh.

"Yeah."

When they got back, Natalia was sat on Michonne's bed, in her room, as the woman checked herself out in the mirror, wearing a matching uniform, like Ricks.

"You look nice?" She told her friend.

"Shouldn't you be sorting out your own room?" Michonne asked, cutting the two laces that were tying her jacket together.

"I haven't got one." Natalia said.

"Why not, there's one across the hall, Daryl took the basement, Carl's in the one next door, so is Rick, the others are in the other house, it's all yours." Michonne explained.

"I don't know." Natalia sighed, picking at her fingers, "Didn't wanna assume anything, take a room from someone, ending up waking up and not being here at all."

"Nat, this is real, we all are, here in Alexandria. go sort out the room."

"You don't wanna share? Can have sleepovers." Natalia teased.

"I'm not sharing a room with you and your smelly dog, the only person worse is Daryl.

"Excuse me! He is not smelly. Come on, Sully, let's go somewhere, where we're actually appreciated."

She got off the bed, Sully, who was on the floor, Michonne didn't let him on her bed, woofed in reply.

Natalia bent down, kissing his head.

"Oh God, you do stink." She commented, standing up.

"See." Michonne told her, a grin on her face.

"Hmph" She looked the opposite way, passing Rick as she walked out the room, Sully following behind her.

She walked downstairs, the others had picked up their stuff, getting sorted in the next house.

Daryl was in the living room, looking around it.

Sully ran to the front door, spinning around, jumping at the door, then barking at his owner, a few times.

"What's up with him?" Daryl asked her.

"Think he wants to go on a walk." Natalia said, walking towards her dog, bending down to see what was up.

"Around the neighbourhood? Think he's gonna need a leash, like the other dogs." He scoffed.

"No, outside, outside the walls, he was only a puppy when all this kicked off, probably not used to it. I'm gonna head out." Natalia decided, standing up and grabbing her jacket, that had been hung up on a hook by Carol.

"I'll join ya, we can hunt." Daryl offered, grabbing his crossbow.

"Alright." She shrugged, opening the front door, holding it for him to walk out.

Sully walked ahead, excitedly, heading for the gates.

"Bingo." She said, proving her theory to be correct.

The gate was opened for them, and they left Alexandria, heading into the real world.

"Michonne says you're moving into the basement." Natalia said, making conversation as they walked towards the woods.

"Yeah, there ain't much option, it's away from everyone else." He shrugged, checking their surroundings. "You got a spot yet?"

"Mich was actually convincing me to move into the room across from her, I don't know, though."

"Whys that?"

"'Cause, just feels weird still, I don't want to get used to this. Being behind walls, knowing that people who should be here, aren't. That I am, when I shouldn't."

"You're wrong." He shook his head, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

"I'm not." She looked at him.

"You deserve this, more than a lot of people. More than most of us."

"Whatever you say, Daryl." She sighed. "Though, I don't know If I'll even be able to sleep without you."

She looked forward, walking ahead, not taking notice of him freezing as he watched her.

He cleared his throat, making his legs move again.

"Thought you liked being by yourself."

"Guess I just got used to you being there." She looked over her shoulder at him. "You might actually be my favourite person in this world."

"Michonne an' Carls your best friends." He said, she had turned forward, talking as if her words didn't mean anything, when actually they meant everything to the archer. He kept his eyes on her, letting his guard down for only a moment.

"Yeah. But-"

He grabbed her arm, his hand covering her mouth as he shushed her.

She looked at him with offence, until noticing that he had his eyes trained on the trees.

Daryl let go of Natalia, raising his crossbow, aiming at the figure who was lurking around.

"Come out, now!" Daryl told the person.

Aaron appeared, his hands up in surrender, like at the barn.

"You can tell the difference between walkers and humans by sound?" Aaron asked when Daryl lowered the crossbow.

"Could you tell the difference between a good guy and a bad guy? Rick doesn't seem to be an expert at that."

"There ain't much of a difference no more." Daryl answered.

"That how you feel about your people?"

"Were you spying on us?" Natalia asked, eyeing the man carefully.

"No. God no, I didn't mean to. I came out to hunt rabbits."

By that word, Sully came bounding over, dropping the hand that was in his mouth, letting out a woof at the man.

"Is that a hand?" Aaron asked, pointing at it.

"Sully! No!" She hissed, grabbing the walker hand and throwing it far away past the trees. "You do not pick up dead limbs." She told the dog off.

"That why you both are out here, taking the dog on a walk?" Neither of them answered him. "Mind if I join?"

Natalia looked to Daryl, he glanced at her then back at the man, turning around, whistling for the dog to follow. "Keep up. And keep quiet." He said.

"Natalia, I just wanted to-"

"If you thank me again, I'll kill Eric." She told Aaron.

"Right, sorry." He nodded. "I am very appreciative, though."

"Yeah, well, the dead boyfriend club isn't taking any more members at the moment, so you're in luck."

"Dead boyfriend club?" Aaron said to himself. "What's the dead boyfriend club?"

"The name." Daryl grumbled, walking ahead.

"Wait, did you have a-"

"Yeah, lost him about three months in." Natalia confessed, cutting him off.

"Oh, oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, was a long time ago."

A horse neighed, catching their attention.

A brown horse stood in a field of long grass, ahead of them.

Daryl held up a finger to the other two before moving towards it.

Natalia quickly bent down, picking up Sully so that he wouldn't spook the horse in someway.

"I've been trying to catch him for months." Aaron revealed. "Bring him inside. His name is buttons. One of the kids saw him run by the gate a while back. Thought he looked like a buttons."

"Cute." Natalia commented.

"Haven't seen him for a while. I was afraid it was too late." He took off his pack, digging through it and pulling out a rope. "Every time Eric or I get close, he gets spooked."

Daryl passed his crossbow to Natalia, taking the rope out of Aarons hands.

"Have you done this before?" Aaron asked him.

"Our group did." He responded. "But they weren't out there that long. The longer they're out there, the more they become what they really are."

He got the rope ready, inching towards the horse slowly and quietly, whilst Natalia, still holding Sully, and Aaron waited by the trees.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya." Daryl told the horse. "Alright? Come on, boy. Yeah. Just keep on eating. Yeah. Good boy."

"He's really skill-"

"Shut up." Natalia whispered to the man beside her, watching the archer with the horse.

He got closer, still talking to the horse, almost close enough to put the rope around the horses neck, but then a twig snapped, alerting the presence of walkers moving towards them.

This set the horse off, as it raised on its hind legs, letting out a shrill neigh, before galloping off.

"Come on, they're coming!" Daryl shouted, clapping his hands as Natalia ran to him, tossing the crossbow as she kept a hold of her dog, who was barking profusely.

Aaron had started shooting at the walkers, hitting a couple down, then him and Daryl both switched to their knifes.

Natalia pulled out a knife from her belt, but there wasn't much she could do, except to step back and watch behind her.

The two were fine without her help though, as they put all the walkers down.

"Come on, we can track him down." Daryl decided, going in the direction the horse had fled to. "He alright?" He nodded at the dog, patting his head.

"Yeah, Fine." Natalia looked around, before bending down, letting the dog jump out of her arms, but he kept close to her as they continued on.

"You ride horses?" Aaron had asked Daryl after a moment of quiet.

"I ride bikes." He answered.

"I take it you don't mean 10-speeds."

"What's a 10-speed?" Natalia whispered to Daryl.

"Bicycle."

"Oh."

"I know you're feeling like outsiders." Aaron carried on, not hearing the whispers. "Its not your fault, y'know. Eric and I, we're still looked at as outsiders in a lot of ways. We've heard our fair share of well meaning, but hilariously offensive things from some otherwise really nice men and women. People are people."

"The kindest people are assholes to someone." Natalia told him.

"The more afraid they get, the more stupid they get. Fear shrinks the brain. They're scared of you and me for different reasons. They're less scared of me because they know me. It's less and less everyday. So let them get to know you."

Daryl had still said nothing.

"You should go to Deanna's party tonight."

"I got nothing to prove." Daryl finally spoke up. "We met a lot of bad people out here, doing a lot of bad shit. They weren't afraid of nothing."

Natalia thought back to the group they had met after Beth disappeared.

"Yeah, they were."

"I doubt that very much, but it doesn't matter now." Natalia scoffed, bypassing the pair and walking ahead, her arms wrapped around her body as she tried to shake the thoughts and memories.

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In the meantime, Pikavee gazed up at the stars that dotted the black and blue sky. She noted how even in a place as alien as this, the constellations looked exactly as they did back in Sciliva.

She always liked looking at the stars. It brought a sense of calm, even in a time like this.

She then spotted something else directly in her field of view. A sliver of light that stood out among the scattered sparkles. Her calm became that of dread as she realized.

It was a crescent moon. The shape was so thin that she almost missed it among the cluster of stars, but there was no mistaking it.

She averted her eyes soon after, but it was too late to regret looking at it. Her eyes shut in pain as her headache returned fullforce, becoming unbearable.

Thankfully, it lasted only a moment. It ebbed as quickly as it flared up, back to a dull ache.

She sighed in relief, before being startled at the sound of rattling bushes and crunching grass.

Pikavee: “Lief? You’re back already?”

Then she spotted the orange-red glow from the red-orange markings and heard the grunts she made as she dragged along a wagon full of goods with her mouth, and she realized with fear who it actually was.

Butt first, Fenninkou stepped in the open, pausing to say:

Fenninkou: “Nope! Me again! Eheh.”

Before resuming her toil, now struggling to pull her luggage completely out from the bushes.

Pikavee: “Wh-what are you doing here…?”

Fenninkou’s voice came out somewhat muffled as she replied, still focused on tugging the wagon free.

Fenninkou: “I brought you something. I dunno what giants eat, so I figured I’d find out and bring… ngh, bring everything.”

She growled through gritted teeth as she pulled even harder.

Fenninkou: “Come on, you crappy–”

Pikavee: “D-do you need help?”

Fenninkou: “Almost got it!”

She didn't. It was still stuck.

After a moment longer of awkwardly watching and wondering if she should do something, Pikavee did do something.

The oval marking on her forehead lit up with a gentle, lavender glow. The wagon became enshrouded in that same color.

She gently helped Fenninkou along, using telekinesis. The latter’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the glow.

Now that the wagon was unstuck and out of the brush, the glow faded from it and Pikavee’s forehead spot.

Within the wagon in question was an assortment of items, but what stuck out were the jars full of honey apple jelly.

Somewhat curious, Fenninkou turned to face her.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Fenninkou slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. Her eyes are somewhat wide with confusion, and her mouth is agape in a manner that implies she doesn't know what to say. There’s a question mark to the left of her face. Fenninkou's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Fenninkou: “Was that you?”

Pikavee: “I-I hope you didn’t mind… did you mind?”

Her tail upright and wagging, Fenninkou looked at her with awe.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Fenninkou similar to the previous image. She looks excited and eager, with big and wide, sparkling eyes. There’s other, smaller sparkles at the left and right of her face. End ID ]

Fenninkou: “No way! That was amazing! Thanks~!”

Pikavee’s fearful expression had mostly faded. That is, until Fenninkou stepped closer to her, and she shied away somewhat.

Fenninkou paused in response.

Fenninkou: “I’m not gonna attack you again, ok? I promise. I just want to talk.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Fenninkou similar to the previous image. Her toothy smile is small and sheepish, her eyes closed with a look of regret. There's a couple sweat drops on her face. End ID ]

Fenninkou: “We can talk, right?”

Pikavee: “I-I don’t know…”

She found it hard to keep looking Fenninkou in the face.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Pikavee oriented similarly to the previous image. She appears somewhat concerned or timid, and her eyes are downcast. Her ears are drooped down. Pikavee's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Pikavee: “What are you doing here, really?”

Fenninkou: “I couldn’t sleep.”

Pikavee definitely didn’t see that declaration coming.

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Pikavee similar to the previous image. She appears visibly alarmed, and her mouth is agape. Her ears are upright. End ID ]

Pikavee: “H-huh–?”

Fenninkou: “I felt really bad for what happened and wanted to do something, but I didn’t know how. So I stayed up thinking and thinking about it, at first. I thought about asking Mr. Livingston something…”

Pikavee: “Really…? What did he say?”

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Fenninkou oriented similarly to the previous image. She looks rather friendly and casual. End ID ]

Fenninkou: “Oh no, no one knows I’m even out here. I snuck out of town.”

A double whammy of a confession. She didn’t expect that, either.

Pikavee: “Th-that’s just reckless!”

Fenninkou: “I got excited, ok?! I thought about asking Mr. Livingston where I would look if I wanted to find humans, and then I realized how I could help you! What if we searched the entire Isle together and looked for clues? And even treasure! We could be like real Treasure Hunters! And all we need to do to get started is to go back to town right now and asked Mr. Livingston where to start!”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Fenninkou similar to the previous image. She's especially cheerful, her eyes closed with a wide grin that shows her pointed teeth. End ID ]

Fenninkou: “Then I couldn’t sleep because I got so excited! And I figured I could come talk to you and share with you my favorite food, too~!”

She now went back to tug the wagon close, right up to Pikavee’s toes. At this point she began rambling about the uses of honey apple jelly while taking a jar to eat from.

Pikavee was at a complete loss for words, at first. This same child that was adamant on humans being dead was now in front of her downplaying all of that and pacing around like an overeager puppy.

Pikavee: “Wait. Wait a minute, please…”

Fenninkou slowed, looking up at Pikavee.

Pikavee: “Y-you said that there’s no way they could be alive before. Now you’re changing your mind?”

Fenninkou: “Yeah. Mr. Livingston never told us they were dead. Just that they were gone. Maybe he meant ‘missing’ gone and not ‘gone’ gone.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Fenninkou similar to the previous image. She looks especially confident and raring to go, her eyebrows furrowed in a determined expression. End ID ]

Fenninkou: “So now I think that they’re out there, and we just haven't found it, yet. Maybe it’s a place no Treasure Hunter has ever seen before~!”

She went back to eagerly guzzling her helping of honey apple jelly.

It really sounded too good to be true. Again, Pikavee had trouble looking at her directly.

Pikavee: “And what if you’re wrong? What if we’re wrong?”

Fenninkou: “How else will we know for sure?”

She swallowed her mouthful and licked the bits of jam stuck to her maw and lips.

Fenninkou: “That whole ‘they’re probably dead’ thing really was just my opinion, but if it’s true? We’ll find another way.”

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Fenninkou similar to the previous image. She looks rather friendly and casual. End ID ]

Fenninkou: “Maybe you can be with me and Rue. Help make the Isle a better place. What do you think?”

Pikavee: “Um… I…”

Pikavee wasn't sure what her answer was, yet, regarding the latter half of what Fenninkou said.

The former bit, regarding going to ask Livingston? Different story.

Pikavee: “M-maybe we should start from the beginning, first. Fenninkou, was it?”

Lief: “Oh really, now?”

The two look over with shock at the sound of his voice. He had just returned from the look of things, with quite a few oran berries sticking out from the fur of his curved tail.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Lief oriented similarly to the previous image. He looks particularly carefree or playful, winking with his right eye. He's blushing slightly, with the blush shown in color. Lief’s appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Lief: “It isn’t enough that you bully her and make her cry, now you’ve stalked her and filled her head with ridiculous ideas~.”

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Fenninkou oriented similarly to the previous image. She's fairly shocked. There’s a sweat drop on her left cheek. End ID ]

Fenninkou: “Hey–! How long have you been there?!”

Lief: “Not long at all, actually. But you really do have a big mouth.”

He casually walked up to them, joining them here in the clearing. He rested a hand on his hip as he stood before them.

Fenninkou: “B… big mouth?!”

Then Lief pointed her way while glancing over.

Lief: “I’m serious, you should work on that. If you’re dead set on selling out, learn to be quiet out here.”

As Fenninkou looked even more stunned, he turned to Pikavee next.

Lief: “As for you, Missy, what do you think? Do you want her help?”

Pikavee took a breath. Inhale, exhale…

She had intended to come off firm, but actually speaking it made her sound quite skittish instead.

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Pikavee oriented similarly to the previous image. She appears somewhat concerned or timid, and her eyes are downcast. Her ears are drooped down. End ID ]

Pikavee: “L-Lief. I know what you said before, and I promise I’ll be careful. But I need to do this.”

Lief: “Which is why I’m coming with you.”

Now Fenninkou and Pikavee both gawked at him, caught off guard.

Pikavee: “Y-you’re not gonna stop me? Or talk me out of it?”

Lief: “Oh, I still don’t like every bit of this. We’re lucky enough to leave when we did before she could poke her nose in it. But I said my piece already.”

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Lief oriented similarly to the previous image. He's smiling cheekily, resembling the ":3" emoticon, and otherwise looks relaxed. End ID ]

Lief: “Besides, you look like you have your mind made up. Like if I hadn’t shown up, you would have followed this little thief back to town. And now would be the best possible time to go back.”

Fenninkou merely grumbled in response.

Fenninkou: “Big mouth… I’m not a big mouth.”

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Fenninkou oriented similarly to the previous image. She’s visibly sulking, her eyes closed shut and her mouth in a pout that puffs her left cheek. End ID ]

Fenninkou: “If you don’t like us so much, why do you keep coming back, anyway? Why even follow her around?”

Lief: “Because you townies are hilarious. Plus, someone needs to keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t give her more hopeless ideas.”

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New Beard Styles for Men 2025 – Redefining Masculinity with Modern Grooming

The evolution of men’s grooming is in full swing, and new beard styles for men 2025 are at the forefront of this transformation. Beards have always been more than facial hair—they’re an extension of personality, culture, and style. In 2025, the trends are shifting toward cleaner edges, hybrid styles, and a bold fusion of classic and futuristic looks.

Whether you're a beard veteran or just entering the game, these new beard styles for men 2025 are worth exploring if you want to keep your look sharp and on-trend.

What’s Driving the Shift in Beard Trends for 2025?

Facial hair has seen a renaissance in the last decade, but new beard styles for men 2025 are influenced by more than just fashion. A few key drivers include:

Sustainability and Simplicity: Men are embracing minimalist grooming routines.

Cultural Expression: Beards are increasingly used to reflect identity and heritage.

Tech-Enhanced Grooming: Smart trimmers and AI-driven style suggestions are on the rise.

Hybrid Looks: Combining clean-shaven areas with bold beard elements is trending.

These trends are reflected in the top beard styles gaining momentum this year.

Top 7 New Beard Styles for Men 2025 You Must Try

Here’s a curated list of the freshest new beard styles for men 2025 that are taking the grooming world by storm.

1. The Clean-Fade Beard

Combining a fade from the temple down into a neat beard, this is a low-maintenance yet futuristic style that’s great for professionals.

2. The Shadow Anchor

A twist on the traditional anchor beard, this version uses ultra-light stubble with a defined mustache and chin line. Perfect for angular faces.

3. The Sculpted Box

Think short boxed beard but sharper—defined cheek lines, tight necklines, and a squared jawline. The ideal mix of masculine and modern.

4. The Neo-Van Dyke

A 2025 upgrade of the classic Van Dyke. The mustache is fuller and waxed, while the chin beard is trimmed into geometric shapes.

5. The Crescent Chin Strap

Instead of a straight chin strap, this curved version follows the natural jawline with a slight upward arc. A sleek look for oval and round faces.

6. The Hybrid Stubble

Combining 3-day stubble with faded sideburns and a sharp mustache, this beard style is casual yet fashionable.

7. The Digital Nomad

Inspired by global cultures, this freestyle beard style mixes patchy growth with clean edges, embracing individuality and asymmetry.

Each of these new beard styles for men 2025 is a celebration of uniqueness, self-expression, and adaptability.

Choosing the Best Beard Style for Your Face Shape

When considering new beard styles for men 2025, face shape is everything. Here's how to match them:

Oval Faces: Try the Sculpted Box or Clean-Fade Beard.

Round Faces: Crescent Chin Strap and Shadow Anchor add angles.

Square Faces: The Neo-Van Dyke softens sharp features.

Heart-Shaped Faces: The Hybrid Stubble creates balance.

Rectangular Faces: Go bold with the Digital Nomad to complement length.

Don’t just follow trends—adapt them to suit your features for maximum impact.

Grooming Essentials for New Beard Styles for Men 2025

Even the most stylish beard needs maintenance. If you're rocking any of these new beard styles for men 2025, you’ll need:

A Precision Trimmer: For sculpting and defining lines.

Beard Oil or Serum: Keeps your beard soft and your skin hydrated.

Beard Brush and Comb: Helps detangle and direct hair growth.

Clean Edge Razors: Maintain sharp borders on hybrid styles.

Beard Wax or Balm: Ideal for styling sculpted or geometric looks.

Investing in grooming tools enhances the longevity and sharpness of your style.

New Beard Styles for Men 2025 and Workplace Compatibility

Can bold beard styles be professional? Absolutely. Here are some work-friendly options:

Clean-Fade Beard: Sophisticated, clean, and modern.

Sculpted Box: Perfect for business casual and formal environments.

Shadow Anchor: Understated yet stylish, ideal for creatives.

Make sure to keep beard edges clean, match the vibe of your work culture, and maintain proper grooming habits.

Beard Trends and Cultural Influence in 2025

One defining aspect of new beard styles for men 2025 is their cultural fusion. We’re seeing:

Middle Eastern influences in long, well-oiled beards.

South Asian styles using dyed accents and mustache flair.

Afro-textured beard care rising with pride and boldness.

Western minimalist trends like short boxed and fade beards.

Beards in 2025 are about embracing who you are, where you're from, and how you want to present yourself to the world.

Are Smart Tools Redefining Beard Styles?

Yes. Grooming tech is shaping how new beard styles for men 2025 are created and maintained. Innovations include:

AI beard style apps to simulate beard looks before you try.

Temperature-sensitive trimmers that prevent razor burn.

Laser-guided edge shapers for perfect cheek lines.

These tools are helping men refine their grooming with ease, making stylish beards accessible to everyone.

Conclusion: The Future Is Facial – Embrace the New Beard Styles for Men 2025

Beards aren’t just here to stay—they’re evolving. The new beard styles for men 2025 are diverse, sharp, creative, and tailored for the modern man. Whether you’re a tech professional, artist, traveler, or corporate leader, there’s a beard style that fits your life and look.

Don’t be afraid to experiment. Let your beard tell your story, reflect your journey, and showcase your individuality. In 2025, facial hair isn’t a trend—it’s a lifestyle.

FAQs

Q1: What are the most popular new beard styles for men 2025? Styles like the Clean-Fade Beard, Shadow Anchor, and Neo-Van Dyke are trending.

Q2: Are these new beard styles suitable for all face shapes? Yes, but it’s best to match styles with your face shape for the most flattering look.

Q3: What’s the easiest new beard style to maintain in 2025? The Hybrid Stubble and Crescent Chin Strap are low-maintenance yet stylish.

Q4: Can I wear these beard styles in a professional setting? Definitely. Clean styles like the Sculpted Box are perfect for work environments.

Q5: How often should I groom my beard? At least once a week for trimming; daily care includes brushing and oiling.

Q6: Are beard styles in 2025 more minimal or bold? Both. There’s a trend toward clean yet expressive styles—hybrids of both worlds.

Q7: What products should I use for modern beard grooming? Beard oil, balm, edge razors, and a precision trimmer are must-haves.

Q8: Do these beard styles require a specific hair type? No. The styles can be adapted to straight, wavy, or curly beard types.

Q9: Are tech tools necessary for maintaining modern beard styles? Not necessary but highly useful for precision and time-saving grooming.

Q10: Can I combine styles to create a custom look? Absolutely! 2025 beard culture celebrates individuality and mixing trends.

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Find the perfect put on and go wigs for your needs

Choosing the right put on and go wigs can be a transformative experience, whether you're looking to enhance your style or address hair loss. Here’s a comprehensive guide to help you find the perfect put on and go wigs for your needs:

Determine Your Purpose

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Beard styles for men

Top Beard Styles for Men in 2025: A Grooming Guide for Every Face Shape

Beards have always been a symbol of masculinity, style, and confidence. In recent years, the variety of beard styles for men has exploded, offering countless ways to express individuality. Whether you're growing your first beard or looking to upgrade your current look, this guide explores the top beard styles that are trending in 2025.

Why Beard Styles for Men Are More Than Just Facial Hair

When we talk about beard styles for men, it’s not just about growing a beard—it's about grooming, shaping, and styling to suit your personality and facial structure. The right beard can:

Define your jawline

Add maturity and character

Boost your confidence

Make a fashion statement

Understanding the variety of styles out there helps in choosing the one that truly complements you.

H2: Best Beard Styles for Men Based on Face Shape

Your face shape plays a crucial role in determining the most flattering beard styles for men. Here's a quick breakdown:

Oval Face

Most styles work well with an oval face. Go for full beards, short boxed beards, or even a Van Dyke style.

Round Face

Choose a style that adds length to your face, like the goatee or the ducktail beard.

Square Face

Soften the angles with a full beard that’s trimmed on the sides but longer at the chin.

Heart-Shaped Face

A light stubble or a medium beard works well, as it balances the narrower chin.

Matching your beard to your face shape ensures it enhances your features rather than overwhelming them.

H3: Popular Beard Styles for Men in 2025

Let’s dive into the most popular and timeless beard styles for men that are trending this year:

1. The Short Boxed Beard

Perfect for professionals, this style is neat and sharp. It follows the natural jawline and is trimmed close to the face.

2. The Full Beard

Classic and rugged, the full beard remains a top choice. It requires regular trimming and conditioning to avoid looking messy.

3. The Goatee

Ideal for men who can't grow a full beard. It highlights the chin and adds structure to the face.

4. The Van Dyke

A stylish combo of a pointed goatee and a disconnected mustache. Perfect for creative and fashion-forward men.

5. The Ducktail

This beard style features a fuller beard that tapers into a point at the chin, giving a strong masculine look.

Each of these beard styles for men brings a unique vibe—choose one that suits your style and maintenance routine.

H2: Beard Styles for Men with Patchy Growth

Not all men are blessed with thick facial hair, but that doesn’t mean you can’t rock a beard. Some beard styles for men are perfect for patchy growth:

The Balbo: A mustache and small beard combo with no sideburns

The Chin Strap: A narrow line of hair along the jawline

The Stubble Look: Light, even stubble disguises uneven growth

With the right grooming products and regular care, even patchy beards can look intentional and stylish.

H3: How to Maintain Beard Styles for Men

Growing a beard is just the beginning. Maintaining beard styles for men requires commitment:

Wash your beard 2-3 times a week with a beard shampoo

Apply beard oil daily to soften hair and prevent dryness

Trim regularly to maintain shape and remove split ends

Brush or comb to detangle and train the beard to grow in the right direction

Consistency is the secret to making any beard style look polished and intentional.

Styling Tips for Different Beard Lengths

No matter which of the beard styles for men you go for, styling based on length is key:

Short Beards

Keep edges sharp

Use light beard balm for hold

Ideal for corporate settings

Medium Beards

Trim the neckline weekly

Use a beard brush to prevent knots

Add a little oil for shine and softness

Long Beards

Deep condition once a week

Style using wax or balm

Trim flyaways for a neat appearance

Length alone doesn’t define your beard's appeal—maintenance does.

H2: Beard Styles for Men That Complement Hairstyles

The harmony between your beard and haircut can make or break your look. Here are winning combos:

Fade Haircut + Goatee – Modern and sharp

Long Hair + Full Beard – Rugged and bold

Buzz Cut + Thick Beard – Clean yet masculine

Side Part + Short Boxed Beard – Professional and stylish

Experimenting with beard and hair combinations is a great way to find your personal style.

Conclusion: Find the Perfect Beard Style That Defines You

From sleek goatees to rugged full beards, there’s no shortage of awesome beard styles for men in 2025. Choosing the right beard isn’t just about trends—it’s about what works for your face, hair type, and lifestyle. Remember, the best beard is one that reflects your personality and makes you feel confident.

Beards are more than a fashion statement—they're an extension of who you are. So invest time in grooming, experiment with styles, and embrace your beard journey.

FAQs About Beard Styles for Men

Q1: How do I know which beard style suits me best?

Start by identifying your face shape. Then try beard styles that balance or enhance your features. Consulting a barber can also help.

Q2: What is the easiest beard style to maintain?

Stubble or short boxed beards are low-maintenance and easy to groom at home.

Q3: How long does it take to grow a full beard?

Typically, it takes 2-4 months to grow a full beard, depending on genetics and lifestyle.

Q4: Can patchy beards be styled effectively?

Absolutely. Styles like the Balbo or light stubble work well with patchy growth, and beard products can help improve coverage.

Q5: How often should I trim my beard?

Trim your beard every 1-2 weeks to maintain shape, remove split ends, and encourage healthy growth.

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The Ultimate 6 Color Crushed Shine Palette for Every Occasion

When it comes to adding the perfect glow to your makeup routine, a high-pigment shimmer palette can make all the difference. The 6 Color Crushed Shine Palette from My Makeup Brush Set is a must-have for anyone looking to enhance their look with bold, radiant shades. Whether you're going for a subtle shimmer or a full glam finish, this palette gives you the versatility to shine on your own terms.

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Face Shapes and Beard Styles: The Ultimate Guide

Choosing the Right Beard Style for Your Face Shape

Finding the perfect beard style for your face shape can enhance your overall look and highlight your best features. Whether you have a round, square, oval, or heart-shaped face, selecting the right beard style can create balance and add definition. This guide will help you choose the best beard style for your face shape and provide essential grooming tips.

Identifying Your Face Shape

Before choosing a beard style for your face shape, you need to determine your face shape. Here are the main face shapes:

Round Face: Soft, curved edges with similar width and height.

Square Face: Strong jawline and equal proportions.

Oval Face: Slightly elongated with a rounded jawline.

Heart Face: Wide forehead with a narrow chin.

Diamond Face: High cheekbones with a narrow forehead and jawline.

Rectangle Face: Longer than it is wide, with a strong jawline.

Best Beard Styles for Different Face Shapes

1. Beard Styles for Round Face

A beard style for round face should add angles and definition. The best options include:

Boxed Beard: Provides a structured look.

Van Dyke Beard: Elongates the face.

Goatee Beard: Focuses hair around the chin.

Anchor Beard: Defines the jawline.

Balbo Beard: Adds a structured appearance.

2. Beard Styles for Square Face

A beard style for square face should soften strong angles and add length. The best choices include:

Circle Beard: Softens sharp edges.

Goatee with Mustache: Adds elongation.

Short Boxed Beard: Neat and structured.

Anchor Beard: Defines facial features.

Extended Goatee: Balances proportions.

3. Beard Styles for Oval Face

A beard style for oval face is versatile, allowing for multiple styles. Some great options are:

Full Beard: Complements the face shape.

Balbo Beard: Adds definition.

Van Dyke Beard: Enhances jawline.

Chevron Mustache with Stubble: Stylish and classic.

Goatee Beard: Keeps balance.

4. Beard Styles for Heart Face

A beard style for heart face should add volume to the lower face. Recommended styles include:

Full Beard: Adds fullness to the jaw.

Chinstrap Beard: Enhances jawline definition.

Garibaldi Beard: Balances facial proportions.

Goatee with Mustache: Creates harmony.

Short Beard with Faded Sides: Keeps things neat.

5. Beard Styles for Diamond Face

A beard style for diamond face should add width to the chin and jawline. The best options include:

Full Beard: Creates balance.

Chinstrap Beard: Defines jawline.

Van Dyke Beard: Adds focus to the chin.

Chevron Mustache: Complements high cheekbones.

Goatee with Stubble: Provides a sleek look.

6. Beard Styles for Rectangle Face

A beard style for rectangle face should avoid making the face look longer. Great choices include:

Short Boxed Beard: Neatly shapes the jawline.

Full Beard with Trimmed Sides: Adds width.

Circle Beard: Keeps a structured look.

Goatee with Sideburns: Adds dimension.

Balbo Beard: Defines facial contours.

How to Choose the Right Beard Style for Your Face Shape

When selecting a beard style for your face shape, consider these factors:

Face Shape: Choose a beard that enhances your features.

Hair Growth: Pick a style that suits your beard pattern.

Maintenance Level: Consider how much grooming you're willing to do.

Personal Style: Select a beard that matches your look.

Beard Grooming Tips for Every Face Shape

To maintain the best beard style for your face shape, follow these essential grooming tips:

Trim Regularly: Keep your beard well-shaped.

Use Beard Oil: Moisturize and soften facial hair.

Define the Jawline: Shape your beard for a polished look.

Comb and Brush: Train your beard for a neat appearance.

Use Beard Balm: Maintain beard health and style.

Conclusion

Choosing the right beard style for your face shape can enhance your appearance and complement your natural features. Whether you have a round, square, oval, heart, diamond, or rectangle face, the key is selecting a beard that suits your facial structure. With proper grooming and maintenance, you can achieve a stylish and well-defined look.

FAQs

1. What is the best beard style for my face shape?

The best beard style for your face shape depends on your features. For example, a round face benefits from angular styles like a goatee, while a square face looks great with a softer beard.

2. How do I find my face shape for a beard?

Measure your forehead, cheekbones, jawline, and face length to determine your face shape and choose a complementary beard style.

3. Is a full beard good for all face shapes?

A full beard suits most face shapes but should be styled accordingly. Trimmed sides work well for rectangular faces, while added volume benefits heart-shaped faces.

4. How can I maintain my beard style for my face shape?

Regular trimming, using beard oil, and shaping the beard to enhance facial definition are key steps for maintaining your beard style for your face shape.

5. What beard style suits a patchy beard?

For patchy beards, goatee, Van Dyke, and short boxed beard styles work best, as they focus on areas with strong hair growth.

By following these tips and selecting the right beard style for your face shape, you can achieve a well-defined, stylish look that enhances your natural features.

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Charlie Whitelock

When I woke up, I changed into my normal clothes. I brushed my white hair and washed my face. Today my mom wasn't at home, so it was the perfect time to escape. I ate breakfast, which consisted of bread, scrambled eggs, and orange juice. I put on my shoes and left. I tossed away my keys and started running. The sky was a clear blue, and I could smell cigarette smoke.

I moved quickly, each step taking me further from the house that no longer felt like home. The streets were unusually quiet for a Saturday morning. Only the distant hum of cars and the occasional bark of a dog broke the silence. My backpack, packed hastily the night before, bounced on my back with each stride.

I turned a corner and ducked into an alley, my heart pounding in my chest. The narrow passage was littered with trash, the smell of decay mingling with the cigarette smoke. I pressed on, my eyes darting around for any sign of danger.

As I reached the end of the alley, I glanced to my right and saw Roman and Andrew in the park. They were laughing, completely carefree. The sight made my chest tighten with anger and frustration. How could Roman be so happy after everything he'd done to me?

Suddenly, a strange shimmer appeared in the air before me, like a heatwave on a summer day. The shimmer grew, swirling into a glowing, oval-shaped portal. I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at it in disbelief.

Before I could react, a figure emerged from the portal. It was a girl, wearing a mask that looked like an owl's face, with large, feathered wings on her back. She looked at me with piercing eyes, then reached out a hand.

"Come with me," she said, her voice urgent and commanding.

"Who are you?" I asked, taking a step back.

"There's no time to explain. Just trust me," she insisted, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the portal.

I hesitated for a moment but then decided to trust her. Together, we stepped through the portal. A sensation of being pulled through a tunnel of light enveloped me, and when it cleared, I found myself in a completely different place.

We were in a lush, vibrant forest, with trees taller and greener than any I had ever seen. The air was filled with the sounds of birds and the rustling of leaves. It was as if we had stepped into a different world.

"Welcome to Kingue," the girl said, removing her mask to reveal a kind face beneath. "I'm Issa."

"Where are we?" I asked, looking around in awe.

"This is the kingdom of two kings," Issa explained. "Rigt now you are on the side of Lord Everen."

"Now who are you?" Issa asked.

"I-I'm Charlie" I blurted out.

"Okay Charlie. I am an elf. And on the other side there are Imp's. wich rules king Fang, let's just say you are on the better side." She took off her wings. "Oh by the way I'm a therian. I hope that dosent make thing's weird between us." She smiled.

"N-No of course not." I smile. "Anyways... do you have like a mom, dad... parent ?" She giggled "Whell he isint a relative but he is like my dad . His name is Aaron." I smile. "Cool. Anyways ... do you ever take off that owl mask?" "Whell only at home"Her body language seemed off. "Oh! I'm sorry, did I overstep a boundary?" My voice cracked.

"Haha, no, but sometimes talking about it hurts." She took off her owl mask, and I felt my cheeks heat up. Her curly brown hair lifted in the gusts of wind, and her olive eyes sparkled. I felt my chest tighten. Her tan skin made me feel like I was going to melt. She was so pretty. I wanted to kiss and hug her—"Hey, Charlie, are you listening to me?" she interrupted, snapping me out of my daydreaming. "No-No yea... so what were you saying?" Issa smiled at me, her eyes full of understanding. "It's okay, Charlie. I get it. Everything here must be overwhelming."

I nodded, still feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah, it's a lot to take in.""Well, let me show you something that might help." She held out her hand again. "Come with me. I'm going to show you how the portals work."I hesitated for a moment, but her calm demeanor reassured me. I took her hand, and we walked deeper into the forest. The trees around us seemed even taller and greener, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze.We reached a small clearing, and Issa let go of my hand. She stepped forward, her wings rustling softly as she moved. "This is a safe spot. Watch closely."Issa closed her eyes and began to chant in a language I didn't understand. Her voice was melodic, and I could feel the air around us shift. A shimmering light appeared in front of her, swirling and growing until it formed a glowing, oval-shaped portal similar to the one I had seen earlier."That's incredible," I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away."It's a simple spell once you get the hang of it," Issa said, smiling. "But it takes a lot of practice. Come on, let's go see Aaron."I followed her through the portal, the familiar sensation of being pulled through a tunnel of light enveloping me. When we emerged, we were standing in front of a cozy-looking cottage surrounded by even more vibrant greenery.Issa led the way to the door and knocked. After a moment, a tall man with a stern face and piercing blue eyes opened it. He looked at Issa, then at me, and scowled."Who's this?" he demanded, his voice rough."This is Charlie," Issa said gently. "He's a human." She gives him a look of somesort.Aaron's eyes narrowed, but he stepped aside to let us in. "Fine. Come in, but don't touch anything."The inside of the cottage was warm and inviting, with wooden furniture and a fireplace crackling in the corner. Despite Aaron's rude demeanor, the place felt oddly welcoming."You can stay here, but you follow my rules," Aaron said, looking directly at me. "Got it?""Got it," I replied, trying to match his intensity.Issa showed me to a small room upstairs. It was simple but cozy, with a bed, a desk, and a window overlooking the forest. I dropped my backpack on the bed and sat down, feeling the weight of everything settle on me."Thank you, Issa," I said, genuinely grateful."No problem, Charlie," she said with a smile. "We'll figure this out together."

IN HIS SLEEP

That night, I had the strangest dream. I was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and sterile white walls. People moved around me, their faces blurry and indistinct. I could hear their voices but couldn't make out what they were saying. It felt real, too real.

MORNING

I woke up with a start, my heart pounding. The room was dark, and for a moment, I didn't know where I was. Then it all came back to me – the portal, Issa, Aaron. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the lingering feeling of the dream.

Issa knocked on my door. "Hey, Charlie, you ready to go out?"I nodded, eager to distract myself from the dream. We headed outside, the fresh air and bright sunlight instantly lifting my spirits.

"Come on, I'll show you around," Issa said, her excitement contagious.Before we left Issa put on her owl wings and mask.

We walk around for a bit and then we head into the woods. Affter we get in a bit deep Issa points to a especialy large tree. "This tree is called the knowing tree. Its were I do my homework and just think. Its also the bigest tree in the forest." She smile's. I nod and look at the tree. Its a purplish brown and I must admit it is beutiful. The stump in contrast with the dark green trees really make's in a wonder outside of earth. "I Must admit it is really pretty..." She climbs the tree then she helps me climb up it.

"You know... I made this." She points to her wings and mask. "Really? I must say you did a good job!" She blushes and I feal a weird pang in my chest. "Charlie... I am really glad you are here... -and I know that I kinda pulled you here but I'm glad you dont hate me." She said twisting her hair withing her fingers. "Issa I could never hurt you." I smiled. She held my hand and we jumped off the tree. She began to run and I had to cach up to her. We ended up in a garden like part of the forest.

"There used to be a garden here. Before everyone stopped going here. And I started re-growing some plants and flowers." She said picking up a already blowmed flower. "This is the most beutiful flower on the side of Lord Everen." Its a green flower with blue undertones.

It holds a intoxicating hold on me. Like it's calling me.

I then start to see a hospital room. And my mom there? I swear I'm starting to have halucinashions. "Its magestic" I say in a wisper. "Whait ... you said on Lord Everen's side... does that mean that King Fang has a even more beutiful flower?"

"Yes" Issa said smiling. "Its the most beutiful flower ever. And it even lets you teleport into the place you are from. So I would go back to this side of Kingue, and as for you... you would go to

... Where did you say you are from?" I choke on my words. "Earth" She nods. "You would go back to earth." She says. Her smile disappearing.

She showed me aroud a few more spots before the sun began to set, we sat by a small pond, skipping stones across the water. "Thank you, Issa," I said, feeling a genuine connection with her. "For everything."She smiled, her olive eyes sparkling in the fading light. "You're welcome, Charlie. I'm glad we're friends ."We walked back to the cottage, the sounds of the forest around us. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I belonged somewhere.

End of Chapter

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