#''wolf eel'' look inside. not an eel. not a wolf.

[rxttenfish]

also yes all these names are awful. it adds to the realism <3

one day i AM going to make that color-coded map on merfolk evolutionary spread and speciation and distribution. just. just not today.

[ducksido]

I was reading some of your new writings, and at the end of the one where we tickle Jade, an idea came to me: What if we accidentally do or say something that means nothing romantic in our world, but in our boys' world it does? Like, we do something like a touch or give a gift to the Octatrio that, among Octavians (don’t ask why I call them that—I read it in a fic and liked it), is actually a declaration that we want to be their partner! If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love for it to include the characters from Diasomnia, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle.

(I love that term)

🪸 Octavinelle 🪸

Azul You hand Azul a new ink pen you'd spotted in Sam's shop, saying, "It just looked like something you'd like." Azul freezes. "You…you mean to present me with this?" "Yeah? Just a gift." He clutches the pen like it's a wedding ring. "In Octavian culture, such gifts signify intent to… to mate for life." "WHAT." Azul has turned scarlet. He’s already thinking of what dish to serve at your joining ceremony. You're frantically Googling Octomer customs.

Jade You're laughing after lunch, mid-yawn, and Jade casually glances over—then goes completely still. "Ah… you've opened your mouth to me. Intentionally?" You blink. "I was yawning." "In my culture, revealing one’s throat and inner mouth is an ancient courtship display of vulnerability and trust." You choke on air. "What?!" His smile turns sharp. "I humbly accept your invitation." Now he's following you everywhere, whispering about how honored he is. You’re reconsidering yawning ever again.

Floyd "Shrimpy just did it!" Floyd cheers, twirling you. "Did what—?!" "You opened your mouth! That means you're comfy enough to let me near your gills and teeth. That’s like, soulmate stuff back home." You're dying inside. "Floyd, I was sneezing." "Too late~" He nuzzles into your neck. "You’re mine now~" The eel won’t stop bragging to everyone in the dorm that 'his' Shrimpy picked him.

🦁 Savanaclaw 🦁

Leona In a playful spar, you nip his arm—lightly, barely a scrape. Leona stares. You blink. "...Did you just bite me?" "Uh, yeah. You do it all the time to tease me!" Silence. His tail swishes. "...You just challenged every potential mate and claimed me." You: 🧍 He: 😼 "Hope you're ready. ‘Cause I bite harder." You now have a smug lionman curled in your lap all day.

Ruggie You hand Ruggie a fluffy scone and pat the seat next to you. "Aww, thanks, Yuu!" He plops down, happy as a clam—until he realizes you're watching him eat with fond eyes. "You… you gave me food and didn’t expect anything back? And you’re letting me sit this close?" You nod. Ruggie flushes to his ears. "Yuu… that’s... that’s like... a wedding proposal where I’m from." You: "...I just thought you were hungry!" He's already planning what herbs go into the stew at your desert wedding.

Jack You swipe a thumb over Jack's fur, flattening an unruly tuft before stepping back to spar. He stares at you like you just said “I love you.” "Did… did you just groom me?" "I fixed your cowlick, yeah." His ears twitch. "In wolf clans, grooming is reserved for bonded mates." You freeze mid-stretch. "Do you… want to bond?" he asks. You're not sure if you’re blushing or combusting.

🐉 Diasomnia 🐉

Malleus You gift Malleus a pressed flower you found in Ramshackle's backyard. "A flower for me?" he breathes. "This…this is sacred." "Huh?" "In dragon fae traditions, this is an age-old rite. A gift of natural beauty symbolizes a binding courtship vow." "...It’s from the ground." He’s already holding it like it’s your engagement ring. "May I begin the preparation for our joining ritual?" "HUH?!"

Lilia You adjust Lilia’s collar absentmindedly while chatting. His eyes widen slightly. “That’s…intimate.” "Huh?" "Bat fae reserve outfit-touching for their beloveds. Especially collars. You're practically declaring you want to nest with me." You: “I WAS FIXING YOUR TIE.” “Too late, my love~ You’ve wooed me.” He’s already texting Silver that he now has a mother.

Sebek You tap Sebek's shoulder to guide him through a crowd, hand lightly grazing his elbow. He flinches like electrocuted. "Y-you touched me—gently. Deliberately." "Yes? You were about to walk into a wall?" He goes full red. "Among crocodilian fae, such soft contact is akin to…mating displays." You sigh. "I was helping you not die." He now escorts you like a knight, declaring your name as “My Beloved.”

[perlapulido]

Fight or Flight ROB

Summary: Urd Haddock is known for her great skills of fighting throughout the village of Berk. But she was different from the other vikings that she is afraid that will ruin her life or have a huge change in it along the way.

Ch16

(A/n: i dont own these pictures. I found these on pinterests.)

Urd woke up to the smell of something off and something dropped making her scream. She turned to see the boy squatting down to skin a freshly killed animal. "Rune, why did you bring dead rats and raccoons? In the hut." Said Urd watching him take out his knife. "Seems like more people are around here." Said Rune gutting the rat. "Let me go check it out. Could be my friends and my adopted brother." Said Urd as Rune placed his skull cloak on her. "Geeze how heavy is this thing?" Said Urd. "You get used to it. That skin and fur belonged to a huge black wolf which i hunted down." Said Rune using our finger to scoop out the insides. "Good to know. Now im gonna leave before i throw up from this scene and the smell." Said Urd standing up. "Ah. Ah. All fours like i told you." Said Rune looking at her. "Theres no one put there. I got it." Said Urd leaving the hut. She looked around and walked holding the cloak close to her. Walking around for some time Urd decided to crawl on all fours like an animal once she began hearing voices. "I dont get why Astrid makes this challenge so hard." Said Snotloud from what Urd recognize. "She's always been for a challenge thats over the top. But at she did brighten up a bit after hanging out with Heather since Urd left." Said Fishlegs. Urd crawled behind the trees not far from them using the clock and human skull cover herself. "Speaking of. Do you think she'll come back?" Said Snotloud. "Mildew and the mob were harsh and demanding towards her. She had no choice. Plus the Xynakas are just kids stories." Said Fishlegs walking down Urds way. "I dont think so. Stoick didnt want talk about her after Astrid told him and Hiccup that she straight up left." Said Snotloud swinging his medium size double axe around. "Careful where you're swinging that. We need to cross the island and got our dr-ahhhhh!" Fishlegs let out a scream seeing Urd running off on all fours. "What was that?!" Said Fishlegs. "I dont know but is it me or did i see a human skull." Said Snotloud looking at her climb up the tree easily. He and Fishlegs watch Urd jump from branch to branch from different trees put of their sight.

Urd took her time looking around seeing Toothless and Ragnar with the other dragons. She jumped down landing the same way as Rune did getting their attention. Toothless growled happily to see her and approach her then stopped to looked hat outfit. Her shoulder pads, metal armor near her hips, and boots were gone. Her hair grew a bit long passing her breast, her feet were slightly bare except that she had them wrapped up to her ankles and her corset top was off leaving her with a top similar to Astrid's but it was beige brown with a splash of blood. "Im adapting my culture from my cousin Rune. Listen you guys are in danger. Dagur is here on the island with his men." Said Urd. Toothless narrowed his eyes wit his fin ears down growling and smelled something then hissed with other Dragons feeling scared. "I had eels and snakes for weeks along with other animals Rune taught me to kill. Stay low. Dagur will not stop until he finds you and Ragnar." Said Urd. Toothless purred licking her face that has a small splatter of blood and dirt. Urd hugged him and heard someone coming making her face them ready to fight but saw it was Rune. "Wow. You werent kidding about the riders huh?" Said Rune touching Toothless. He let Toothless then going to Hookfang who growled. Rune didnt seem faze going to his belly scratching it making roll over like a dog. "Huh?" Said Urd then pulled Rune away. "Listen im gonna need your help on protecting these guys. If they're then so are the riders. You cant let the Berserkers or worse dagur to see them. Im gonna find Astrid or Hiccup and warn them." Said Urd. "Alright. Be careful. If you need me. Blow that whistle. It may be small but its extremely loud that it screams. I got mine." Said Rune holding a small animal bone necklace like the one on the cloak. "Just a single blow to the head and im right there." Said Rune.

Urd nodded as they hugged each other and split up with Rune heading off first to look for any Berserkers. She climbed up the trees going around the island best as she could until Hiccup was found wondering by himself. Hiccup looked zoned out for a moment until Urd landed a few feet in front of him. He raised his shield in front of him as Urd stood up taking off the skull a bit to show her face. "Urd?! Oh thank Thor." Said Hiccup dropping his shield to hug her but she pushed him back. "I wouldnt hug me if i were you. Listen im here to Dagur?!" Said Urd seeing him stepping out of his hiding spot from behind a huge log. "What are you doing here? And why do you look like that? Is that blood?" Said Hiccup looking at her. "Its animal blood. I happened to live here before Dagur came. Why im dress like this is for another time." Urd says gesturing Dagur with her eyes at rhe last part. "Wheres that wild boy?" Said Dagur seeing the cloak on her. "What wild boy?" Said Hiccup. "I'll explain later. Hes around." Said Urd. "Good now. We hunt those Night furies together. Let me get the fire started." Said Dagur. "You two can catch up while i get some wood." He says leaving them alone. "Why are you with him?" Said Urd in a slight whisper. "We ran into each other. Now explain to me about what is going on." Said Hiccup. "I ran off after Mildew exposed me to the village. Im a Xynaka. They're real and i know because Ragnar and Night Caller brought my cousin Rune here." Said Urd. "Wait Cousin?" Said Hiccup. "Yes and more in my family. I let him teach the Xynaka ways and right now is keeping the dragons safe from the Berserker soldiers around the island." Said Urd. "So the blood is from hunting huh?" Said Hiccup. "Yeah. And you dont want to ask what i ate. Its completely different than the viking way." Said Urd noticing him staring at the skull. "Its real and so is the black wolf skin and fur." Said Urd. "Im just glad to see you again. We were worried mostly me and Dad. The gang too but still. We really want you back home." Said Hiccup as Urd looked at him. Urd looked down thinking over this until Dagur came back with wood. "Im back brother and my beautiful bride to be." Said Dagur dropping the wood to set up the bonfire. Urd didn't say anything and helped grab some stones while Hiccup set the wood up.

[purple-link]

Alisaie and Purple Link

FFXIV Write 2024 Story Entry

Spoiler: Story takes place after WoL reaches Garlemald in Endwalker, but but before the Tower of Babil dungeon. Story will be largely sfw, but will adhere to FFXIV's level of mature storytelling.

Chapter 5: Stamp

The water inside of the sunken vessel was murky, and not very bright. Despite all the bright lights still somehow lit across all the halls, the grim-colored metal made it difficult to discern a light source, or even how deep a hallway could go.

It was all prettily lit, but no more.

Purple Link looked at Alisaie, who grimaced slightly.

“This could take forever,” said Alisaie, matter-of-factly, “The vessel stretches out for a mile, and the ship was deep enough to house a thousand soldiers.

"This ship was built on the eve of total transition from seafaring expeditions to almost total air armadas. This last must have been built using similar technology that informed those flying cylindrical Dreadnoughts.”

Purple Link gave her a wry expression.

There’s that look again, Alisaie uncomfortably thought, Why does he make me think of my father when he looks at me like that?

“What? I went to the same school as Alphinaud, I’ll have you know,” said Alisaie, in a huff, “I did well enough to be exceptional, probably one of the best students in the whole of the Studium…

"Next to my brother.”

Purple Link nodded quietly, and looked again in the hallway.

The brightly lit Ceruleum coral reef did not enter into any other part of the ship besides the engine room. They were unlikely to find their artifact in there.

“I’m afraid most of my magic is in destruction, even as a Red Mage,” said Purple Link, meagerly, “And I lack the skills as a summoner for me to depend on a Carbuncle. I don’t know what we could use as a light underwater.”

“But there is an option,” said Alisaie, confidently, “And we have it on hand as a Red Mage ourselves.”

“Oh?” asked Purple Link. Alisaie nodded, and drew out her Hailstorm Rapier.

It was a glowing, crystal blade that twisted all along the tang, into a beautiful display. On one end was a powerful, emphasized point, and on the other was an ornamental handguard that formed into two sharp points.

Damned handguard points poked into your sides something nasty, he remembered, but they were worth it.

“Good thinking,” said Purple, and he put away his Talekeeper rapier, and brought out his own Hailstorm.

Alisaie’s was glowing a bright pink, while Purple Link’s lit a light-blue, though in some lights, it could be as purple as he was. Oftentimes, he considered it more purple than blue, and left it at that.

“We use the foci,” said Alisaie, “to light up the crystals. Put a little more aether into the blades, and they should be suitable for our efforts.”

Purple Link nodded, and he focused his aether into the Hailstorm. Soon, both their blades, and the crystals in their foci, lit up so brightly, the rest of the ship could be visibly discerned.

“Right,” said Alisiae, confidently, “Barring the possibility of predatory fish, or electric eels, we should be just fine splitting up to find this artifact. Anything I should know?”

“It’s an old celebratory symbol,” said Purple Link, “While I don’t think it should be a statue, it would be worth it to default on anything that looks wolf-shaped.

"However, if you think it might be something else, be sure to give me a tap.”

He poked the linkpearl on his ears, and Alisaie nodded.

“I’ll let you know,” said Alisaie, “Be sure to do the same.”

“Right,” said Purple Link.

Together they began the arduous process of scouring a Garlean wreck to find a barely described Lupin diplomatic symbol…

…

The Wolf Burglar grumbled as he fingered the last of his anchors. The rope was binding. The Hrothgar was strong, and while the Lupin also carried some of his species' strength, it was still no match for that of the Warrior of Light.

As he freed himself, he looked at his surroundings.

The storm had subsided almost immediately after the dunking of the Warrior of Light. The water returned to gentle laps on the eastern shores of Sakazuki.

The campfire was doused, the wood dampened. It had taken at least a day for him to finger his anchors, and while he worked on the knots, he noticed that while Purple was able to put away his tent and his part of the camp, the Wolf Burglar’s was in shambles.

That had hardly been an issue, he thought. The Wolf Burglar traveled light. Even his father's sword was little more than carry-on.

After the last of the anchors had been loosened, and he was able to walk around freely again, it was high noon on a day after the storm.

He yearned for something to eat.

“I really hope that damnable storm hadn’t ruined my stores of food,” said the Wolf Burglar, “The fish was delicious, but it’s going to take forever to find new wood on this barren volcanic rock. At least my emergency rations should be okay…”

As he shuffled through his sack, he heard someone traipse exhaustedly alongside the shore. The Wolf Burglar looked up.

It was Alphinaud, tiredly dragging himself along with a large branch of wood. That seemed to be properly good timing, that.

After breaking up the walking stick into several pieces and using it to stoke the flame around the campfire and its damp wood, the fire was roaring again. Alphinaud was shaking.

The Wolf Burglar had on hand only a slightly damp blanket, and he used it to cover Alphinaud.

“Oh, thank you,” said Alphinaud, pausing only a moment to sneeze, “I really do hate swimming.”

After a moment to warm, the Wolf Burglar begged a story. Alphinaud was more than pleased to explain his situation.

“Shortly after we contacted your party,” said Alphinaud, “We reached the edge of the storm that was engulfing Sakazuki. The wind was monstrous.

“We were thrown about like hail in a storm,” continued the Elezen, “While I need not worry for my sister, as she had been blessed by the Kojin, to breathe underwater, I hadn’t found the time to ask it for myself, and I currently cannot spare a moment.”

“Still, that storm was intense,” said the Wolf Burglar, “If the Warrior of Light hadn’t anchored my body to these rocks, I would have been thrown in the drink after him.”

“Indeed,” said Alphinaud, “I only recently reemerged on the northern shore of Sakazuki, although I hadn’t realized it at the time. Despaired and exhausted, I grabbed what you rightly determined was a large limb off a nearby tree and dragged myself along the shore, thinking I was heading for the settlement to the east of Sakazuki…

“Or I may have just been delirious,” he added, uncertainly, “Quite literally my only other thought besides nourishment was ‘Please, Hydaelyn, please don’t make me go in the sea again.’”

“I don’t blame you,” said the Wolf Burglar, “I’m only just barely aware of the blessing of the Kojin, the ability to breathe underwater. In the storm, I had forgotten the Champion of Eorzea could perform such a feat.”

They looked around again.

The task they had performed out here, to survey the Ruby Sea’s seabed, seemed a bit like yesterday’s news. Purple Link and Alisaie were not around, to use their mounts to help in the search, and a more currently pressing matter was whether or not either of their friends were okay.

Not that the Wolf Burglar considered them friends, but seeing the Warrior of Light get thrashed around and deposited in the sea was still traumatic enough to need to talk about it.

“You…think they’re going to be okay?” said the Wolf Burglar, worriedly, “Your sister…and that warrior?”

“Whom? Purple Link?” said Alphinaud, and he chuckled, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he could survive on the surface of Menphina without a protective suit.”

“That I can believe,” said the Wolf Burglar, “I’m asking about you.”

“Oh,” said Alphinaud, curiously, “And I suppose this is another generous aspect of the noble thief.”

The Wolf Burglar grimaced, and he stood up to walk along the edge of the shore. He stopped and stared out at the Ruby Sea, his tail twitching lightly and his arms folded.

“Did…Did I strike a nerve?” asked Alphinaud.

“I don’t need to be thief,” said the Wolf Burglar, “to be courteous. I am only here on behalf of Lord Hien and Hakuro Whitefang. I think it’s important to uphold our long-honored traditions.”

“‘Long-honored?’” asked Alphinaud, quite intrigued. The Wolf Burglar turned around and stamped a footpaw in the sand.

“You adventurers!” said the Wolf Burglar, “You never pay attention! I am talking about an artifact that is important between Lord Hien’s people and mine!”

Alphinaud looked inquisitively at the Lupin. The Wolf Burglar pouted for a moment or two, and then started in realization.

“Oh, that’s right,” said the Wolf Burglar, “You weren’t here. I explained all to the Warrrior of Light.”

“It seems as though it bears mentioning again,” said Alphinaud, “I do remember the artifact was important between the two of you, but you never explained why.

"Normally, this level of secrecy is beheld at a state of espionage deemed on the brink of teetering.”

The Wolf Burglar folded his arms again, and appraised the young Elezen.

“Hmm,” he said, finally, “Your reputation preceeds you, Alphinaud Leveilleur.”

“Is that what this is?” asked Alphinaud, “Are you worried your people might not honor your agreement?”

“I think enough years have passed that such an artifact is no longer necessary to keep the peace,” said the Wolf Burglar, “But the ceremony is still appreciated, and the monument would be greater reinforced if all the services were honored.”

“‘Monument?’” asked Alphinaud, “Are you talking about the artifact?”

“You catch on quick, Scion,” said the Wolf Burglar, smiling, “All right, I’ll level with you…”

…

Purple Link felt like he could have been searching for hours, and still find nothing. There were a lot of cast aside possessions, discarded uniforms, and floating cups, silverware, and Garlean paraphernalia that he had to sift through.

The doors opened well enough, even underwater, although the sliding door mechanisms made the Ceruleum dim and flicker at times.

He wondered if it was as spooky for Alisaie as it was for him. He pondered briefly about whether or not they should have split up…

He shook his head.

No, that’s what lead to this argument in the first place, he thought to himself, I know Alisaie can survive down here, even on her own, I have to believe that. I have to put my faith in her.

He opened another door, and used his sword to take a look-around. Swimming inside, he almost bumped his muzzle against that of–

He gulped!

–It was the moldering remains of a Garlean soldier! He could depict humanoid nose-holes and empty eye sockets, but could also tell all the skin hadn’t…yet left the body.

He heaved for a moment, and in his panic, very briefly forgot he could breathe underwater, and started to choke.

After a couple of expectorations, realizing only too late that he might have swallowed salty sea water, he calmed down again.

…This looked like the bridge of the ship. There was the helm, although it was more newfangled than the wheel he was familiar with. It looked more like handles that you can pull and push, up or down.

Floating bodies seemed to litter the place.

A bit calmer now, he let his curiosity get the best of him. He looked around at the bright lights and the glistening port window, covered in seaweed and coral.

It almost looked like a blanket of seaweed was covering the windows.

Purple Link was oddly soothed by the waving curtain of seaweed, and almost distracted himself long enough to feel something bump his head. It bounced off and floated away in the water, slowly heading towards the helm.

He rubbed the spot and turned around-

Geeze! Another face-to-face encounter with a dead body!

He very gently and very respectfully pushed it aside, noticing that the thing that bounced off his noggin was a golden cylindrical object, about the size of his palm.

He reached for it in curiosity.

He'd almost mistaken it for a Doman seal, the kind used for signing documents.

The golden object had a simple design, but in its simplicity it cast an expert hand at its craftsmanship, correctly divining that it was of special importance.

The biggest clue is that it didn’t look like anything here, brightly reflecting the light given off his Hailstorm.

He waved the blade over it.

It was very obviously wolf-like in its appearance, but that could mean anything. Lord Hien and Hakuro didn’t explain that it had to be a statue.

The fact that it was a wolf in design was probably a really big clue that it had something to do with the Lupin.

It was beautiful, hand-crafted, and even looked like a wolf, with the tail finely detailed and one paw raised up and open.

It seemed to be an important object in its appearance, but he still couldn’t understand why it could be so important to the diplomacy of the Lupin and the Domans that Purple Link almost certainly had to risk his life.

He tapped two fingers on his ear, twice, and thought of Alisaie.

“Not a sausage,” admitted Alisaie, over the linkpearl, “How’s things on your end? I keep looking into the eyes of dead soldiers and sifting through their belongings. I think I’m in their barracks.”

“Same,” said Purple Link, “I think I’m on the bridge. I’m pretty sure I found a statue.”

“A statue?” asked Alisaie, and she groaned frustratedly, making Purple Link smile in sympathy, “Oh, great, it’s another fetch quest. We’ve retrieved so many discarded and abandoned things from folks - Why can’t we just beat up bad guys, like usual?”

“I’m with you there,” said Purple Link, “But this…statue is golden. It’s pretty much the only thing in here that’s not covered in seaweed.”

“...Interesting,” said Alisaie, thoughtfully, “I think that might be an important detail to remember. Let’s see if we can find similar things in this ship, and then bring them up to the surface.”

“Righto,” said Purple Link, “I feel like we’re finally nearing the end of this quest.”

“I feel the same,” said Alisaie, “Let’s meet back at the entrance of the hole and discuss our findings, although, as usual, I think you may have found exactly what we’ve been looking for.”

To be continued…

[juneymoonybunny]

Character Tag Guide

Twisted Wonderland

Note: All Events are tagged as the event itself (Glorious Masquerade, Stage in Playland, etc.). All art of the first two Halloween events is tagged under "endless halloween night" for the sake of convenience.

Yuu/All Protagonist Characters: #yuu protagonist Grim: #tuna cans

Riddle: #riddle in roseland Cater: #diamond camera filter Trey: #dad friend supreme Ace: #dumb heart man Deuce: #dumb spade man

Leona: #the lion sleeps 24/7 Ruggie: #laugh like a hyena Jack: #lone wolf wannabe

Azul: #octopus man Floyd: #chaotic eel twin Jade: #suave eel twin

Jamil: #snake charmer Kalim: #river in the desert

Vil: #killer queen Rook: #monsieur bizarre Epel: #honeycrisp

Idia: #gloomurai Ortho: #pithos

Malleus: #horned boy Lilia: #vampire dad Silver: #sleeping silver Sebek: #screaming sebek

Che’nya: #you know like nya Neige: #whistle while you work Najma: #najma’s revenge for the ps1 Rollo: #what the hellfire Gidel: #by the silence of your tongues Fellow: #something fellow this way comes Skully: #everyone hail to the pumpkin song

Crowley: #oh so gracious Crewel: #if he doesn’t scare you Vargas: #nrc’s musclehead Trein: #nrc’s only sane teacher Sam: #little parlor trick BG Characters: #nrc’s backgrounders

Heartslabyl Collective Tag: #unbirthday party gang Octavinelle Collective Tag: #the mobtopus and his mafeels Shroud Brothers: #don’t look behind you Diasommnia Collective/Family Fluff Tag: #fairytale found family Protag Friend Collective Tag: #yuu’s idiot friends <3 Dorm Leaders/Overblotters Collective Tag: #meanwhile in the mirror chamber First Years: #the first years Second Years: #the second years Third Years: #the third years Entire Cast: #twst full cast

Twisted Wonderland OCs: #twst ocs

Sonic the Hedgehog

Sonic: #a burrowing animal Eggman: #the eggman Tails: #helicopter fox Knuckles: #spike hands Amy: #thorny rose Metal Sonic: #a burrowing robot Shadow: #find the light Rouge: #faceted thief Omega: #i call dibs Big: #fishing mini game Cream: #short and sweet Gemerl: #i will stay Vector: #the karma collector Espio: #the ninja star Charmy: #the hyper bee Blaze: #fire in your heart Silver: #future vision Ray: #lost and found Mighty: #pound the ground Tangle: #tangled up Whisper: #wisp gear solid Lanolin: #the bell tolls Jewel: #crystal curator Kit: #the rain comes Surge: #before the storm Nine: #cyborg fox

Sonic & Tails Collective Tag: #burrow brothers Team Sonic Collective Tag: #together! (we can!) Team Dark Collective Tag: #we all dance! (in fire!) Team Rose Collective Tag: #follow me inside! (outside!) Team Chaotix Collective Tag: #team chaotix! (they’re detectives!) Diamond Cutters Collective Tag: #shine bright (like a diamond) Core Four Collective Tag: #fast and fourious Anything Metal Virus Related: #robot zombie angst Sonic OCs: #sonic ocs

Madoka Magica

Madoka: #frilly pink bows Homura: #not so stoic Sayaka: #musical knight Kyoko: #fang girl Mami: #tea with bullets Hitomi: #hitomi lives by doing nothing

[stupid-fishbait-moray]

Access granted, welcome [USER]

‘…. Должен ли я это делать? Nggh- fine! Fine! My name is Moray. Yes, like the eel. I’m one of those fuck ups from the Hadal Blacksite. Yes, one of those weird ass monsters.’

✦ Basic Oc info:

Name:[REDACTED]

Alias: Moray, Z-773, The Scavenger

Nicknames: Fishbait, Ray, Eel, Slinky

Age: 26

Height: 7’4

Birthplace: [REDACTED]

Gender/pronouns: Trans male, He/Him

Orientation: bisexual, heavy male preference

Personality: snarky, rude, arrogant, aggressive, cocky, abrasive, standoffish, crude, short tempered, anti social

DNA: Moray eel, Electric eel, ribbon eel, fangtooth moray, gulper eel, conger eel, wolf eel, trace amounts of lionfish.

Location inside the Blacksite: anywhere there’s a big enough crack in the wall, ventilation shaft or any crevice he can squirm into. Currently residing in a cave of sorts, somewhere inside the walls of the Blacksite.

✦ Blog info:

I would like to keep this blog to be strictly 16+ with minimal NSFW. I have pretty bad anxiety, and receiving incredibly suggestive asks will most likely make that spike and I don’t want to stress over my blog, this is for fun!

Mod is open to shipping and whatnot!! Just ask if you wanna put your silly goober with the eel!

Mod uses he/him pronouns, and you can refer to me as Stag!!

Mod follows from @transfrogwithcoolsocks

Mod has insane social anxiety so i apologise if i come off as awkward or rude (i’m just a little guy)

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Rp will look like this:

[Moray sneers at {Name}, and grunts in distaste. He isn’t pleased at all with the sight of someone inside his little hideout]

“What the fuck do you want from me, expendable?” [He spits out, baring his teeth at the unexpected visitor.]

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✦Moray’s physical description!

Moray is a 7’4 humanoid creature covered in murky yellow scales, with black spots across his body, most common on his calves, shoulders and back. He’s thin and lithe, not that strong looking, with a lean body type, being more bottom heavy with muscular legs and thighs.

He has webbed fingers and toes, spined fins on his forearms, calfs, back and tail, gills on his neck and a second set on his sides, a large tail that resembles the bottom half of an eel, a snout similar to one of an electric eel, needle like, uneven and thin teeth and finlike ears that have some piercings through the webbing.

His hair is long and black, matted and messy from lack of care, sloppily shaved at one side. His eyes are tired and bored looking, with slit pupils. He has a perpetual pissed off expression on his face. His features are more rounded, nose and mouth turned into a snout, eyes angular and judgmental looking. He has a few piercings, septum, eyebrows and snake bites.

Moray wears a dirty and distressed tank top, a murky beige colour from not being able to clean it, dark brown cargo shorts with a multitude of belts and pouches attached to his hips and thighs and bandages around his hands and feet. He is completely barefoot.

Moray speaks with a heavy Slavic accent, and often speaks Russian, with no recollection to why he knows the language. His voice is gritty and androgynous, always sounding like he’s angry or irritated.

[atangledfate]

Was it really ok to admit you were broken inside? How could she begin to tell Tangle of the horrors of her past? Even letting Tangle in about her time with GUN was a big step for her. But there were still darkness in her that she wasn't ready to admit to Tangle. What was it Claire use to say to her? Love can blossom anywhere, even on the battlefield. She was always the inisghtful one and she did love Tangle, and wanted to tell her everything--- but not yet. She wasn't ready for that... and she'd need a big notepad for that.

She let her hand touch Tangle's cheek in hopes to set her worried mind at ease. Gently leaning over to nuzzle her cheek and let her know that she as ok. That no matter what was going on in her head as long as she had her, she'd be ok. She slid her arms around the lemur and pulled her into a hug and let herself lean into the others body. That warmth, and presence was just what she needed to push her thoughts away. Strange how she was so adverse to touch not so long ago and now? It felt like she couldn't get enough of the Lemur soft fur touching her own.

Her eyes did trail up to the little Wisp and her ear flicked. She was sure if they needed anything they'd let her know. but even wisps needed a break to rest, and by nature they were very social creatures. It made sense they would be drawn to Tangle, as she was a very social person. An Extrovert through and through. It made the Wolf smile and enjoy that warmth.

She sat back and her eyes fell to the pamphlet, and she looked torn between wanting to tear it in half and, needing to keep it close. She'd been struggling with this choice ever since the Outbreak ended. A part of her wanted a voice desperately, to speak, to be heard, to tell Tangle how much she loved her. The other hand she had a deep distaste for machines. Robots, mecha, and the like unsettled her and reminded her of what she'd lost. Worse she knew deep down it wouldn't be her voice, it would never be her voice would it?

She curled her fingers around the Pamphlet and looked distraught, like she might run off and hide someplace. Why did she eel so ashamed about this? It was a chance to be heard and yet--- deep down she wasn't sure what she wanted.

✋This thing, i don't know why i keep it ... ✋

She signed as she placed the pamphlet on the stand next to her yet her eyes never left it.

✋But i keep coming back to it, But it wouldn't really be my voice would it? would i just sound like a machine? Or worse... would it sound like some stranger speaking ✋

She lowered her hands and her soft blue eyes opened and looked up to tangle with both fear, and a somberness. She felt like she could cry, lose herself in that desire to be heard, to be rid of her weakness and frailty.

✋I... just wanted it so... i could say i love you, not with these hands but... i was going to wait to ask you out, until i had this and then ✋

She dropped her hands and clawed at her jeans the frustration was there again, to admit this to Tangle. It felt like she was being such a coward, like she was so scared of going under or that the thought of becoming part machine terrified her.

✋I was to much of a coward to get it done... but i can't stop thinking about it. ✋

✋ I feel ashamed, and i don't know why... and maybe a little afraid to...✋

Tangle would return the hug, though had come to know Whisper well enough that she knows when they're forcing a smile. "Whisper, it's okay not to be okay. I'm not saying you have to talk about whatever is bothering ya, though you can admit to when something is worrying ya." The lemur didn't want to come off as though she was trying to get the wolf to talk. Just admitting something was bothering them would be enough for her.

"Oh, I thought it was this guy who ask, though maybe they asked something else," Tangle said pointing to the shadow Wisp that was sitting on her head. "I have no clue what they said, though I think they want to take a vacation as well." The lemur wondered if Wisp's just enjoyed sitting on her head or something. She was always told she had a good head on her shoulders.

"We can finish the movie, though before I forget you dropped this," Tangle said as she pulled the pamphlet from her back pocket and handed it to Whisper. "I didn't open it or anything, swear." The lemur may have read the cover, though didn't actually go through it. "I did ask my mom a bit about it. Says it has good reviews and does solid work." She wanted to be supportive, though not make it seem like she was pushing Whisper to go for it as that's the last thing she wanted to do. This was the wolf's choice, and no one else's.

[koalaray]

Prologue

The Mud Dogs x human!reader

[College AU Masterlist | College AU Info]

It had been approximately 10 years since yokai had been able to move to the surface and live amongst humans. You hadn’t had the chance to communicate with them much. You spent your first year of college taking classes online. However, you came to realize that it would be better to take these art classes in on campus. Besides, you needed to socialize.

You had chosen a degree in Animation and Game Art. You had always loved to draw and had even practiced some animation on your own. The classes during your first year were enjoyable. You were looking forward to your second year classes.

As you stepped onto campus, you paused to take in the sight. The campus was huge. You had decided to get a dorm this year and we’re looking forward to meeting your roommate.

You knew he was a yokai. You hadn’t fully met a yokai before and although you were still a bit nervous, you were hoping for the best. But, what was his name again? Michael? Mikey? Oh, it was Mickey!

I wonder what kind of yokai he is.

As you made your way to the dorms, you looked around to see people all in their own friend groups. It made you quite happy to see that some of the groups were a mix of humans and yokai. You knew that the yokai were still having some struggles finding their place and you were glad they were being treated well by some people here.

Suddenly, someone bumped into you. You looked up to see a rat yokai. He was tall and glaring down at you.

“Watch where you’re going,” he said, before walking away.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. This resulted in your gaze landing on another yokai, leaning against the wall of the dorm building. His arms were crossed over his chest. As if he felt your eyes on him, he glanced up. You made eye contact and he raised his brow.

“What are you looking at?” He asked with in an irritated tone.

“Ah, sorry, um… I was just going to the dorms,” you said, shuffling your feet awkwardly.

“Well the door is right there idiot.”

“Right, yeah, um bye.”

You walked quickly into the building. You didn’t know why, but that ogre yokai made you feel nervous. But he also peaked your curiosity. Deep down, you hoped you’d see him again.

As you walked down the halls, you spotted many other yokai. Cat yokai, Fox yokai, wolf yokai, etc. You even saw some turtles.

~~~~~~~~~~

You now stood in front of the door to your dorm room. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and stepped inside. The dorm looked nicer than you though. The main room had a small kitchen area, a little table, and a couch. There was also a tv that your roommate must have brought in. There was a door leading to a bathroom and two other doors, each leading to a separate small bedroom.

You jumped as an eel yokai popped up beside you. This must have been your roommate. He looked at you with a big grin.

“Hello roomie! My name is Mickey,” he said with excitement.

Mickey held out his hand, his grin never leaving his face. You smiled a bit and shook his hand.

“I’m Y/N,” you responded. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too! You seem nice. I think we’re gonna get along great!”

You couldn’t help but smile wider. He was so sweet. You were looking forward to being his roommate.

“Oh! I hope you don’t mind, I already chose one of the bedrooms. I haven’t unpacked my things yet though, so if you want to switch rooms that is perfectly fine with me! I wouldn’t want my new roomie to be uncomfortable!”

Wow. Could Mickey get anymore kind. You really lucked out with this roomie.

“Thank you, but I’m sure the other room will be just fine,” you responded.

~~~~~~~~~~

By the time you finished unpacking, it was already getting dark out. You were exhausted. Lucky for you, classes started in a week. This meant you could sleep in tomorrow and you would have some time to get familiar with the campus.

You heard there was a cafe on campus, as well as a small arcade. You also wanted to check out some clubs. You planned to make some good friends this year.

This was going to be a great year. You were sure of it.

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!!

Rex and Quetzalcoatl had a pair of twins that they cared for very much. A girl named Maria, and a boy named Eduardo.

The twins were born on the 25th of September, and that date had arrived so it was time to celebrate their birthday!

In the morning, Mari was peacefully asleep.

Mari: *SNOOOOOOORE!*

Quetz, softly: mijaaaaaaa....

Mari: mmm....!

Quetz: mijaaaaaaa.....!

Mari, sleepily: mama..... I wanna..... sneeeeep......!

Quetz: but mija, it's your birthday today....!

Mari: hmmm.....

Quetz: did you hear me, mija?

Mari: *grumble* ok..... *sigh* I'm getting up already.

Mari got up, still very tired.

Mari: Da hell's my glasses?

Quetz handed her her glasses.

Mari: gracias....

Quetz: you should probably hurry, everyone else is already getting ready.

Mari: who the hell is everyone else?

Quetz: just the rest of the family.

Mari: hmmmm.... okay...... was worried I'd have to deal with a party.....

Quetz: don't worry, we know you don't enjoy those. It'll be just the family.

Mari: good....

After some time getting ready, Maria went out into the living room.

Mari, while yawning: ok.... how long will it take to get there again?

Rex: uh... not too long, maybe an hour or so on the serpent.

Ed: still crazy how fast he can be.

Quetz: well of course my familiar would be fast! It'd be a bit disappointing otherwise.

After a bit of time getting ready, the family went outside to see Quetz's pterosaur outside ready to go!

Quetz: ok everyone! Get on!

The family got onto the large flying reptile.

Rex: ok then. Now just a simple invisibility spell so we're not spotted on our way there.

Ed: radar won't work either right?

Rex: right, I've got everything covered, Mijo.

After that, the beast took off!

After some time in the air, their destination was in sight: Mexico City!

Ed: wow!

Mari: such a massive city.

Quetz: ah, it's been too long since we've been here.

Finally the pterosaur landed and they got off to go out into the city!

Rex: man, this place brings back memories!

Ed: so, where to first anyways?

Quetz: it's up to you guys

Mari: breakfast!

Rex: ok yeah, should probably eat first

*stomachs were growling*

The family went to a nice restaurant for their breakfast.

Quetz: mija, those are a lot of pancakes...

Mari: si, and?

Rex: your mother is just a bit concerned for you is all.

Mari: hmmm, sounds unnecessary.

Rex: also Ed, is that enough bacon?

Ed: hmmm.... maybe.

After breakfast, there were still many things that could be done.

First thing, was visiting the old site of Teotihuacan.

Quetz: *sigh* it's been a very long time.....

Mari: looks kinda.... decrepit.

Rex: kinda par for the course with old ruins and shit.

Ed: ....is there a ball court?

Quetz: si, but I doubt we're allowed to play these days.

Ed: awww....

Next stop, was the Aquarium.

Mari: Shork

Ed: Shork

Rex: ya real fascinated by those sharks huh?

Quetz: don't ya wanna see the penguins?

Ed: Penguins?!?!

Rex: also piranhas.

Mari: PIRANHAS?!?!?!

Next was the Zoo

Rex: mi corazon, it's just a random Jaguar. There's no need to cause a scene.

Quetz: I CAN SEE MY STUPID BROTHER TAUNTING ME THROUGH IT'S EYES!!!!

Mari: Mamá, not every Jaguar is Tio Tez.

Ed: we're gonna get kicked out if you don't stop.....

Rex: really hope there aren't any spiders too.

Another fun site, was the museum.

Ed: so..... this is Piedra del Sol?

Quetz: si

Mari: but... so is your noble phantasm?

Quetz: si

Ed: ....how does that work?

Rex: don't ask too many questions about this kinda stuff. You'll get it eventually.

Finally, it was getting a bit late. So it was time to return home.

Mari: we getting the presents now?!?!?

Rex: si, si. You relax will ya?

Ed: you already know she can be a bit greedy.

Quetz: it's better that you try to relax that, Mija.

When they finally got home, a Large assortment of presents were waiting for them.

Mari: Hell yeah!

Ed: hmmmmmm......

Mari: let's see.... which one first....

Mari first grabbed one with.... very unique wrapping, eyes and other odd things decorated the paper.

When she unwrapped it, what was inside was a plush wolf

Mari: AAAWWW!!!

Ed, opening a similar box, got a plush Narwhal.

Ed: oooooh!

And the horn started to glow

Ed: huh

Rex: ....that's a sword

Quetz: it's definitely a sword

Mari: also, my plush smells poisonous.

Rex: well.... that's par for the course for your Tia Quinny.

Next were.... slot machines?

Ed: so we just... pull them?

Quetz: I guess so?

The twins pull the levers of the slot machines.

The machines spun their slots for a time, until finally stopping on 3 symbols that looked like present boxes. Then out of the machines, popped out tickets for both kids.

Mari: oh

Ed: huh

From Mari's popped out VIP tickets to a Music Festival.

Mari: POG

And from Ed's popped out, a soccer season pass.

Ed: oh word?!

And finally, matching tickets for the two, for "5 hours of use of the Mooncell" from BB

Mari: ......

Ed: .......

Quetz: well that sure is.... interesting.

After that, was another box. Wrapped in blue wrapping paper. The two unwrapped it, and inside were two gecko eggs. Along with incubators and everything necessary to raise lizards. With a lil tag saying "from Calamity" (Chalchiuhtlicue)

Mari: LIZARD

Ed: they're cute!

Next were two VERY big gifts wrapped in bone patterned wrapping.

Mari: gimme!

After Mari unwrapped the gift, what she found was a VERY large obsidian Hammer.

Mari: ah hell yeah!

SLAM

Ed: damn.... ok.

For Ed, was a large Obsidian Club.

Ed: oh fuck, ok.

Rex: there a reason Xolotl decided to give such gifts?

Quetz: good question.....

Then a very deep and loud *CROAK* was heard

Ed: FROGE

Then hopping out, was a very VERY large bullfrog. About a foot and a half in length!

Ed: OH HE'S A LARGE LAD!

Mari: damn.

Rex: mija, look behind that tree.

Mari: hmm?

When Mari looked, she saw a Huge car! Modeled after the Batmobile!

(Tho, with bat theming replaced with skulls)

Mari: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!

After latching onto the car, Mari was very happy.

Mari: finally.......! I can drive!

Quetz: can we trust her with that?

Rex: we'll play it by ear.

And in a small package near the center of the pile. Was a first aid kit, with a note.

"Happy birthday you two, hope you enjoy the car and frog. And don't forget to stay safe with the first aid kit love, Florence, Julius and Eva."

Mari: awwww.....

Ed: so sweeet....

There were many other presents from friends and family alike, more toys, clothes, even laptops too.

Then it was finally time for Rex and Quetz's presents for the kids.

Boom

Mari: the hell?

Then, out of the trees of the nearby jungle, came a large animal. A dinosaur known as Giganotosaurus.

Mari: oh...!

The creature stomped up to the family, until it stopped in front of Mari.

Mari: holy crap.....

Rex: now you have your own divine familiar too, Mija!

Mari: oh shit!

Quetz: si, wasn't sure why you didn't get one the same time as Ed's Pliosaur, but now we got you one!

Mari: finally!

Quetz: and for Mijo, it may not be as big. But since you already got your Pliosaur. We got you this instead.

In Quetz's hands, was what looked to be an electric eel. Tho it glittered with green sparkles, not unlike that of jade.

Ed: whoa, he's an odd lil guy.

Rex: he's very special too. He's not just any electric eel. But a divine construct at that!

Quetz: si, his name is Onotlachin. The storm fish.

Ed: hot damn!

Ed held the lil guy in his hands, and felt the energy within the fish. It also seemed perfectly fine without water.

Ed: he's amazing, gracias!

Mari: si! Gracias for this!

Rex: no problem you two!

Quetz: si, anything for mis hijos!

A/N: and there's the birthday story. Sorry it came out a bit late. Things happened irl. Hopefully everyone likes it! And the festivities can still continue on throughout the weekend and even longer if anyone wants to celebrate with us.

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[aikoiya]

But it's means real progress, doesn’t it? That's still important.

As for me, I'm still trying to figure out a way to finish the first scene of my Meeting One's Match. I've got a bunch of it figured out, but I just need to finish the part where my character enters the Gerudo settlement, maybe add some stuff about the actual settlement & the first fight scene (just a spar, though). And even then, I've got the lead up to the fight, how it starts, at least 2-3 exchanges within the fight, what I want to do to cause an important detail that comes after the fight, & even how the fight will end. But I'm struggling with connecting those dots to create a dynamic "scene" that showcases the right feel that I'm looking for while not dragging it on for too long. 😓

Like, I know that there's places to go to to read about this stuff, but I find that I get more out of actual conversations. So: 🤷‍♀️

It definitely looks promising. One of the things the Mediterranean keto diet does is also allow for low-carb veggies & fruits, such as berries & certain types of melons. Which, the fruit part is what I'm mainly eyeing up. For 1, currently, I don't really get to eat much of anything sweet when I'm on my diet, which is part of why I tend to take Sundays off. For another, one of the low-carb fruit listed was cantaloupe! I LOVE cantaloupe! Especially when you manage to get it at the perfect ripeness where it's just SO incredibly tender & juicy & sweet! Delicious! So, I feel like on this diet, I could probably go for longer.

This is true! Always a viable option!

Ooo! That sounds super cool! I've heard about things like matcha cupcakes & cookies, but not tiramisu, which is one of my favorite desserts! Never heard of matcha brioche either, but it also sounds very interesting!

(Actually, that reminds me of something I’d done elsewhere. You know the super secret Malanya Bun that AoC implied was a fried frog? I changed that. It’s now a cute little bun made of Endura Carrot brioche. I mean, it IS a “Malanya” bun, right? Why not have it be something that Malanya might enjoy. And, I just really liked the Horse Upgrading mechanic that Malanya gave in TotK. And I especially liked that you did it via giving them food!)

Anyway, I’d definitely like to give it a try. And even if there isn’t a place nearby that makes it, there are PLENTY of recipes online! Like, the idea of having little cream-filled matcha cupcakes with lilypad-shaped matcha cookies on top with a little frog sounds adorable! X3

I know! They're so cool!

I think so, too! I got the idea from a cute little game from a few years ago called Fantasy Life. It was fun & chill, but the main focus was around the characters taking on jobs (called Lives) & they were separated into Combat, Gathering, & Crafting. One of those Lives was an Angler & some of the places you could fish were pretty wild. Cool, but wild. Like the inside of lava caves had Redgills, Magmafish, Lava Prawn, & the legendary fish was a Volcanic Tuna. Then, there was the desert. And I don't just mean in oasis, either. I'm also talking about fish that swim in quicksand (with things like Desert Tuna & Cactus Fish), which was the first time I encountered such an idea, but thought it'd be a super cool idea to introduce such things to the Gerudo Desert & the Sandsea. Like, maybe instead of the ocean not drying up, the Goddess of the Sand helped the fish to evolve so as to survive in flowing sand? At least, that's what I'm going with, anyway! And then there was fishing in clouds (Floaty Pufferfish, Sky Sardines, & the High-Flying Fish), which I loved the idea of when paired with the Skylands! The only real problem I had with it was that there really weren't too many cooking recipes that utilized such unique ingredients.

Another game with a similar idea is My Time At Sandrock made by Pathea, where you can use sandfish traps to catch a bunch of different sandfish (Desert Mudfish, Horned Adder, Lungfish, Sand Carp, Sand Snake, Sandacuda, Wolf Eel, Giant Loach, Bullhead, Crucian Carps, as well as large & King varieties of pretty much all of them). That isn't all there is to the game, though. It's just one of the many features in it.

Either way, I just thought it'd be a fun way to make things more interesting, so I've been integrating these sorts of ideas into my version of Hyrule as well. ^_^

That's good to hear. And, yes. Different perspectives are very nice to have.

Thanks! Though, admittedly, part of it is inspired by a funny little comic I saw once where Malon literally just lifted the cow up & hucked it into Time's treehouse. XD Because, that actually IS a legitimately good question. How tf DID she get it up there?!

Understood. I mean, it makes sense.

OOO!!! My friend uses ai to come up with unique ideas & she used it once to give some basic ideas for illnesses & such for the different races. (Don't worry, she doesn't use it to make ai art or to actually do the writing for her. It's mostly just for helping to get your brain going. Concepts & such.) Though, none of them would be something I'd call pandemics. But I think they could be useful for a jumping off point!

Chronic & Genetic Hyrulean Illnesses

In fact, I asked @skyloftian-nutcase about what she thought about the Gloom Sickness based on the symptoms that were displayed & the 2 answers she gave me were that it seemed to resemble either cancer or some sort of necrotizing bacteria. Though, my initial thought was that it might've been something like the Malice equivalent to extreme sun poisoning.

At the same time. It's possible that the reason why it didn't become an epidemic was due to it not being contagious from person to person & only from Gloom to person. So, one way to make it a bigger threat could be in simply changing that.

Fair, but at the same time, hearth magi are much more holistic & focused on things like food & the household with a side of potion-making. They're like a cross between a kitchen mage & a green mage. (Technically, the term used is “witch,” but I don't really like using that one. Too many negative connotations.) Or a Benedicaria. So, essentially folk magic or “low-level” everyday/practical magic that's used in more subtle ways & is more so passed down via oral tradition. The sort that isn't really used in direct or overt manners the way that the Champions’ magic are used. So, she’d actually be a bit more like Irene & Syrup rather than a big, fancy scholarly or professionally-trained wizardess. This sort of made her the local medicine woman of Haitheinoctoun or Haertheinochtoun (Hateno). (Can't decide which to go with. Both are based primarily on Gaelic & roughtly translate to “farming town where the hero of faith is revealed” or “farming town of the hearth of the revealed hero.” Though, the "Thein" part is more Germanic. I'm sort of going the route that the original founder was a bit of a seer.)

And, while I do agree that magic users would be rare, I'm also honestly not so sure about magic being extremely rare. More so, I think the issue is that in the Wild Era, it goes largely untrained. And, something to keep in mind is that in the series at one point, Hylians were specifically noted as being a magic race, but that said magical ability has faded over time.

However, my guess is that, rather than the Hylians losing their magic, what’s actually happening is that they're repeatedly losing their magical traditions/history & the methods by which they would learn/teach how to draw out & use those powers because of people like Ganondorf who simply CANNOT let it go.

So, in my mind, everyone has SOME degree of magical ability. Some are gifted with extremely powerful magic, some have strong, but not amazing magic, however most have a very small amount of weak magic. And in every case, you have to train it or it'll never amount to very much because if you never learn about it or how to use it, then you may as well not have it at all.

I say this based on the Yiga's use magic & so too can the Sheikah. And the Sheikah are specifically classified as being a race of Hylians. As such, it may just be a combination of not a lot of Hylians knowing they have magic, not being able to utilize their magic in a way that's actually useful, & there just not being many with the knowledge. Which, if as many people really were killed due to the Calamity back then, then it's possible that Hyrule has simply lost a lot of the traditions involved in magical practice. So, even if there were people with the ability, it's unlikely that they'd have anyone to teach them.

Otherwise, why are the Yiga able to teleport, use the Earthwake Technique, & disguise themselves as other people & even a chicken? Simple answer? They kept their magical traditions & teachings strong. So, now. They teach new generations how to use that magic.

But, I can definitely understand why you say this. And sorry for the diatribe.

Yep! Definitely makes sense!

Oh, definitely! Poor Time!

True, but unfortunately, sometimes we need to take what we can get.

Ooo! Chronicles is a good one! Wish they’d gone with that over here! Hmm… It isn't bad, but maybe it would land better if it was “Les Chroniques du Scellement” or “Les Chroniques de la Lumière de Scellement.” (I'm trying to write “Chronicles of the Sealing Light,” but I might've messed it up. 😅)

Completely fair. If I was more upset about it, I'd probably wait to see if AoI was any good, too.

Yeah, that is a bit odd. :\

@aikoiya The post was getting long again so here's a new one!

I knew you were going to answer that saying "this is unfair" isn't real life logic haha (and I agree that life hasn't been fair to Sky and Sun anyway). It's just that such an ending would probably leave me feeling unsatisfied and even a bit robbed, and I think it would require a lot of other changes to be made to the story in order for it to work properly. But anyway you're right, as things are now this would just be happening behind the scenes so what I'm saying doesn't really make sense. But just thinking about it changes my perception of SS in a way I don't really enjoy, so it's not a theory I favor.

Yes in that setting I'm pretty sure that the other Sun would not make herself known to Link and Zelda and would let them have their happy ending. But I think Zelda would likely suspect her existence and know that something is wrong. I guess even Link could notice that the Temple's doors are suddenly open and would ask Impa a few questions.

I had no idea Tingle called Farore the Goddess of Wind in WW, so I went on a little quest to see if I could find the same quote in the French version of the game. Apparently it's in Tingle's description of Outset Island and I never had the chance to play with the Tingle Tuner mode. I can't find the same quote in French anywhere and I don't even know if this was included in the HD remake (I guess I'll have to wait for a Switch version to find out… if they ever release one). This has me wondering if this quote isn't something exclusive to the English version, but I can't be sure and I'd like to know what the original Japanese text says. The French wikis mention that Farore is the Goddess of Wind in WW but don't provide any quote, it just looks like the pages were translated from English but that they couldn't find the same quote in French. It's really frustrating!!

Anyway that's a bit weird because WW already establishes Zephos as the God of Wind, and he seems to be a minor deity compared to Farore. The way I see it, wind is just the element that Farore tends to be associated with, and since a lot of myths might have been lost with Hyrule in WW this could just be a mistake on Tingle's part. I mean this is the game that gave us the Golden Triumph Forks haha.

I'm not limiting Nayru/the Golden Goddesses to a singular domain, quite the opposite ^^ To me Nayru being the Goddess of Wisdom includes different concepts such as order, law, science, magic, etc., and even time (since she's introduced as the creator of the world's fondamental laws), while calling her the Goddess of Time doesn't include all of that. That's why I wrote that I found it a bit restrictive. But sure she could have both titles, the same way Farore could be known most commonly as the Goddess of Courage and also called the Goddess of Wind in some situations.

Oh I didn't think of the blocks from OoT! I would say though that they don't really use any time powers, they're just random blocks that appear or disappear for some reason when Link plays the Song of Time (it's just as absurd as playing the Song of Storms to open holes in the ground haha). But yes they were blue and associated with time, and of course Nayru is too. The difference with Hylia in my theory is that Nayru created the rules of time (if that makes sense) among other fundamental laws, while Hylia's power specifically allows her to manipulate time and foresee the future. In a way I see Hylia as Nayru's spiritual daughter who inherited some of her powers over time (and that's why the color purple she's represented with is very close to blue).

The Master Sword has also been depicted as either blue or purple though, so that asks the question of the true color of all of these things! Nayru is definitely linked to time so it makes sense that the timeshift stones are in Lanayru (and Hylia also doesn't have a province named after her).

"From the edge of time" could definitely just be a poetic way to say that Hylia kind of recorded a message for Link before dying haha. But I find it interesting that she would phrase it like that, I like to see it as a clue.

Well if Zelda simply sent Link to a point further back in time, wouldn't there be two Links existing at the same time in the Child Timeline? But sure Zelda creating a brand new timeline also raises a few questions that kind of... make my head hurt. I'm not sure what happens exactly, I've always wondered! All we know is that Link finds himself in the Master Sword's chamber with the Door of Time already open, which hints at things happening in a different way this time (because he definitely doesn't have the three spiritual stones and the Ocarina of Time yet since this is before Ganon's coup, and the ending seems to imply that this timeline's Zelda doesn't know him yet). That's why I believe Zelda might have done something a bit more complex than sending him to a point further back in time, but there's no way to be sure. The Triforce of Courage is also visible on Link's hand during the ending, and we also know thanks to TP that the Triforce is still separated in the Child Timeline despite Link and Zelda preventing Ganon from entering the Sacred Realm this time. So maybe Zelda isn't able to change everything? It's complicated haha.

Anyway, whether OoT Zelda creates a new timeline or just sends Link further back in time, that's still huge time powers and that's not something Link is able to do by playing Zelda's Lullaby.

I also believe it is more likely that Talon inherited the ranch. True, Talon might not always have been so lazy, but maybe if that was the case the game could have hinted at hit. All we know is that he leaves his daughter alone with Ingo and only comes back after Link deals with the situation, which does not make him look so great. And he only promises to work harder after that.

I'm kind of bad with names so I'm impressed you're going through all of that trouble to rename the settlements!!

I haven't gotten to developping the technology that much yet, but I'm really interested in seeing what the different races could do with it! I love the idea of using the Sheikah to infiltrate the Yiga bases. I wish TotK had done something like that and shown the Sheikah helping Link that way.

Same, I was so excited when I heard about these pirates… and then so disappointed to find nothing more than a bunch of bokos with no backstory.

Vignoble is not related to noble (though I kind of make the association in my mind, especially since vignobles are sometimes called châteaux).

Yes I thought you could maybe use clos! Aquaticlos is funny, it can work! Though maybe you could use the same logic as for the raisins (I love this Raisins de Terre idea by the way, it makes sense!) and say that what the Zoras call a clos already refers to something that's underwater, since that's probably the case for most of what they cultivate.

I don't mind helping you with French, I'm glad to do so! You put so much effort and thought into this, it's really interesting.

[pieces-by-me]

You have me

Words: 2459

Summary: Hvitserk went through the same thing once. But can he help her get through it too?

Warnings: Mentions of death, drug abuse, angst. (English is not my first language)

Prompt: angst = comforting the character after the death of someone dear to them.

-So this is my little thing for @maggiescarborough​ 400 follower writing challenge. I wanted to post this sooner but I just got stuck. I hope you still enjoy reading this and that you like it. Also this is my first time writing for Hvitserk. 400 is such a big step and I’m sure you already grew but still I’m really proud of you! I hope you have the best of days 🌼

Hvitserk frowned as he entered the house. Empty again, like all the other times he visited the small hut at the outskirts of Kattegat. It looked like someone broke in and ransacked the whole place. Tables lay on their side, legs broken off. Clothes torn apart on the ground. Books, books the inhabitant loved dearly on any normal day, lay spread across the room. Pages kinked and ripped. No one was there and the hearth in the back looked like it wasn't used all day.

“Oh Y/N”

Y/N was not at her home but Hvitserk knew exactly where to look for her. There where three possible places. A little clearing in the woods filled with small yellow flowers, the offshore piece of land that was hidden from the people of Kattegat or, and he hoped she was not there again, the hut between the stables and the eel fisher. The same hut he himself used to visit in need of his next fix. A dingy and hideous place for such a person as her.

He went to the forest and beach first without any luck of finding the girl he searched for all day. How can she be there again? He only brought her home late at night and it was barely noon on this day. The dark blond haired men went with his fingers through his hair as he stood in front of the door he himself stood so many times. Deep breaths in and out to calm his nerves. Without knocking he went inside and was met with the disgusting smell of vomit, shit and death. Any man would say it was not a pleasant blend of smells.

Lost eyes found his. But none of them were with a shade of light he used to see in his favorite pair. Anywhere he looked he saw old men and younger once. Lying on the floor, snoring away or cowering in the corner. Trying to escape the ghosts. For just the smallest of seconds he thought he saw a burnt figure standing in the back stretching their arm out towards him.

“Snap out of it!”

The inner call to himself brought him back on his search. But after checking almost everywhere he gave up and went back to the entrance. Where could she be? Why wasn't she here?

Then the sound of a woman vomiting on the floor in the west corner, hidden under old fishnets and rotten blankets, made him stop. Sadly the sound was all too familiar to him.

Hvitserk made his way over to the ball of fabric the women hid under. The body shaking and heaving after throwing every little bit of food and water up. Drenching the floor in sick and tears.

Taking in a deep breath Hvitserk bend down to lift up the tattered bundle of cloth.

When he revealed the women he was met with the disoriented eyes from his childhood friend, Y/N. Unfocused, dull and broken. Thats all he could see in her stare.

“Y/N? Come on I'm taking you home.”

With only one word she broke his heart again.

“Mikkel?”

No he wasn't Mikkel. He couldn't be. Everyone in Kattegat knew about the little man that died unfairly and far too soon. Mikkel was Y/N's little brother. The one that made everyone smile. The one that always had a plan or idea to brighten up your day. The one that was good.

12 years and he was just ripped away. The saddest part was that nobody knows how he died.

One day he was found in the woods. Drenched in blood and cold to the touch. Some said he died because of the cold and then animals showed up, others said he was ripped apart by wolfs and then some, the once that were cruel, swore he was murdered and left there to rot.

Who would murder a 12 year old child that never did anything evil?

All these unanswered questions plagued Y/N's mind. Hvitserk could see that day after day. He could relate to that far too well. He also seeked out the bliss of not knowing and swimming in mushroom dreams and mead. But he got out. He had his little brother to help him. To get him out of this pit. And he would be damned if he let you stay in it. She may not have her little brother anymore but she had him.

“Y/N it's me, Hvitserk. Come up we have to get you back. You're freezing and you need something to eat.”

A rare clarity settled in her eyes at his voice. And with that clarity came anger.

“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone!” It was supposed to be a scream but her voice sounded horse and bitter. Not enough use made it brittle and not enough water made it harsh. She spoke in stuttering sentences. Broken just like her.

“And I told you every time that you will not get rid off me.”

With that he grabbed her arms, pulled her up and swung her over his shoulder. Maybe a little harsh to just take her, but he did this often enough to know that talking to her wouldn't work.

Her failed attempt at punching his back felt like jumps from a flea and her demands to be put down didn't make it out of her mouth. Because after only five minutes of walking like that she threw up again. Lucky for Hvitserk's pants nothing more then water came out.

When he made it back to her little hut he brought her right to her bed. Or more to her pelt covered floor. Y/N was just laying there. Not saying anything and not looking at him. But she was also not trowing up anymore so that was good. Hvitserk used the time that was spend quiet with cleaning her hut and trying to fix her table as best as he could. But after two hours she still said nothing. She wouldn't even look at him. He knew that she was not happy with him, but he was not happy with her either. Though he wouldn't tell her that. He knew she needed time and help. And he would be here and help her. Help her get on her feet again.

“Why are you still here?”

Her voice sounded through the hut but it sounded fake. Not like her own.

“You didn't eat the whole day so I'm staying until you have something else in your stomach then mushrooms and alcohol.”

“I'm not hungry”

“We both know you're lying so just stop it already.” Nothing was said after that for another while.

The sun was close to setting and Hvitserk was getting worried. Y/N didn't move or say anything while he cleaned her room and made some mediocre soup. This couldn't go on any longer. He thought that after a while she would accept his help and get better, but no matter what he did she shut him out even more. Maybe it was not enough. His help. Or maybe it was the wrong way. Waiting for her to come to him.

As he looked at the women who was so dear to him he had enough. He wanted her back. As selfish as that sounded. He wanted to hear her laugh again. See her smile. Having her arms around him. He wanted to stumble upon her on the market and ask her how her day went. Not having to search for her and find her with the other addicts in a dingy hut. He wanted to find out what happened to Mikkel so that he could bring her a little closure. Something that would bring her mind to ease, so she wouldn't have to imagine the worst scenarios about her brother. He just wanted her.

Hvitserk went over to her lying body and saw that she trembled again. Not out of cold, or hunger but out of craving for something else. Small noises came out of her mouth. What is he supposed to do? All his attempts at getting her back on her feet were fruitless. Putting his hand on her shoulder her trembling and sniffles stopped.

“Leave me alone Hvitserk.” She wanted to sound strong. To make him hear how much she didn't want him there, even if it would be a lie, she wanted him gone. But her voice was frail and came out not louder then a mouse's squeak. His eyes grew hard at that. That was enough. He would not sit there longer and look her withering away.

“Stand up.”

Nothing. She didn't move even a little bit.

“I said stand up!” His voice raised to a level far from loving. With a tight grip on her shoulder he turned her around. Glassy and confused eyes met his. She didn't think he would make her stand up. Normally he would leave and hope she would sleep and get better. But not this time.

“UP!” Screaming may not have been the best way but it brought her to her feet. Raising with her shoulders still in his hands he stabilized her, she was far to malnourished and weak to stand on her own. Y/N stood in his arms for the first times in weeks but the look in her eyes showed that she would rather be anywhere else. Anger replaced confusion and her voice found new strength.

“What the hell is your problem? I said to leave me alone! Why can't you just do that?”

“You gave me no choice! Everyday I search for you! Everyday I find you in that hut that slowly kills you! And everyday you send me away, just to get back there! Not this time. I will stay near you and won't let you leave until all these foul things leave your body and your need for them stops.”

“I don't want you here!” Her screaming broke his heart. 'She does. She's just not herself right now'

Hvitserk had to belief that, otherwise he would tear up. And he couldn't. He had to be strong for her.

“You only want me to leave to get back to your mushrooms. But I'm not letting you go. I won't lose you”

“You don't understand. I need them.” Tears were falling from her eyes. Not a care in the world how she looked. She lost the care a long time ago.

“You don't. You just need-”

“YES I do!! I can't bare it. I don't want to! I won't!” Her hands grasped at his shoulder now. Trembling and shaking like leaves on trees. And just like leaves her body was slowly being pulled to the ground. But she held on to him and he held her. “Please....just leave” Her voice was small again. Tired and cracking.

“You have to.” His voice mirrored hers. Quiet and small. He didn't want to scream anymore. He felt her closer then ever. Not just her body but she was there. Her old self showed itself. Just a glimmer. But that was all he needed.

“You have to or otherwise this will never get better. You will loose yourself in this.” For the first time in too long she looked into his eyes. Hearing his words.

“You'll have to feel this. Pain and grief. And everything that comes with it. Fear, anger, panic and all the other ghosts. Otherwise you will never feel love or joy again. You will get through this. And I can help you, if you let me”

Trembling lips, flowing tears and choked gasped where his answer for a while. But he held her eyes with his. He was here and wouldn't go anywhere.

“Mikkel died. He is dead.” She never spoke it aloud. Those words never left her lips and now that they did she broke. Her body falling and sobs escaping her lips. Screaming at the pain that made itself notable after weeks of being extinguished and pushed away. Her brother was gone.

“I don't want to feel this!”

Hvitserk caught her falling figure before she hit the ground. Taking her in his arms. Holding her tight as to squeeze all her parts back together. He caressed her back, hoping it would bring her comfort.

“This is normal. You will survive this. Everyone does. You will come out of this. You are not alone even if you think that right now. I'm here. I will not leave you. You will survive this.”

His words and strokes were met with screams of agony. Clawing at his back as if it was the only thing keeping her together. Grounding her in a way that only he could do in this moment.

Sobbing into his neck. Tears also falling from Hvitserk's eyes but he didn't care. He held her as long as she needed. Slowly after what felt like hours her body slowly shut down. Exhaustion weighing her down. Soft whimpers only left her mouth now but her arms stayed strong holding onto him.

“I'm here. You have me. And you will get through this.”

And she would. With time she would. She nodded her head. Never being more grateful that he didn't leave her. He helped her. The only one she couldn't push away. She wanted to thank him. Crying to him that she wound't know where she would be if it wasn't for him. But she was so tired now. She would tell him. But now she needed sleep.

Hvitserk felt how her body slowly slacked against his form. Pulling her completely into his arms and of the floor he laid her back on her furs. Brushing fallen strands of hair out of her face she looked up at him. Her eyes looked like her own again. Not fully glowing but a sparkle of hope nested itself into the far corners of them. Holding on to his hand she squeezed as much as she could. Her voice still quivered but he heard the honesty in her words.

“Thank you.”

Sending her a smile he only nodded his head. Her eyes closing fast and she was pulled under by sleep. Still clutching his hand.

He sat there beside her for a while just looking at her features. She didn't look pained for the first time. And his small smile grew. After a while he stood up. Reheated the soup on the hearth and waited for her to wake up. She would have to get back her strength.

Y/N would get through this and he would help her every step of the way.

[solastia]

Love And Lies | 2

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x F!Reader

Summary: You are a simple maid. When your lady and dearest friend need help escaping an arranged marriage with King Seokjin so they might be together, you do the only thing you can - take her place. 

A/N: Obviously their manner of speaking is somewhat modernized for easier reading. I don’t think you guys want a bunch of thys, thous, and such in your fanfics lmao. 

You and Eleanor had your heads poking out from the carriage window, ungracefully observing the landscape after a guard knocked to let you know your destination was near.

The castle that loomed before you was not just a castle. No, this was a palace. The sheer magnitude of presence this massive pile of stone gave off was intimidating. You could quite easily fit twenty of The Dukedom of Never’s keep across the land this spanned across, and Never’s was vast.

The land that surrounded it was magnificent on its own. Behind the castle was one of the grand seas, with a harbor large enough to contain the Royal Navy - a massive force that was rumored to be over a hundred ships and growing. In another direction was a large forest, one that according to Jungkook was teeming with wildlife and supposedly an evil witch. The fields surrounding the village seemed lush and plentiful and the people they passed appeared healthy and content. You were impressed by the obvious care that was put into the lands by the King.

Jungkook was riding alongside the carriage on his massive black charger, staring at the palace with as much awe as you.

“Do you think it takes him an entire hour to find a garderobe? Or did he just give up after a while and uses a chamber pot every time?” He asks thoughtfully, grinning down at you from atop his horse.

“Why is that your first thought?” You ask with a roll of your eyes.

“It’s a serious concern, sis! Say you just ate some pickled eel that doesn’t agree with your stomach. And the only room they have for such things is in the tallest tower on the other side of the palace…”

You snort, shaking your head at him. “I’m certain in a castle this vast there will be more than one garderobe, Sir Jungkook. I dare say there are perhaps several for every floor and wing. And no doubt the king has one all to himself near his chambers.”

He cocks his head thoughtfully, nodding after a few seconds. “True.”

A trio of guards stops your carriage right at the entrance to the long stone bridge leading to the palace grounds. Jungkook presents them with their scrolls of passage and the guard nods after looking over the seals.

“All clear, Sir. I’ll send word to His Majesty that you’ve arrived.”

Jungkook nods briskly at the guard and turns to the both of you with a wink. It was time to begin your charade.

The two of you bring your heads back inside the carriage in preparation for a more refined entrance once the carriage starts up again, the wheels clicking loudly across the stone leading to the inner bailey. It wouldn’t do to have the servant’s first impression of you to be gawking in wonder like the poor maid you actually were.

And that’s who you knew you would have the most difficulty trying to fool. The nobility had their head too far up their own arse most of the time and you weren’t as worried about trying to pass off your ruse on them. But the servants saw and knew all. Even with you dripping in jewels and rich fabrics you were worried one of them could tell at a glance you were no better than them.

You slide your hand across your gown nervously, picking at the costly fabric. You and Eleanor had spent most of your journey here adjusting each other’s gowns to fit. She was now clad in the finest one that you owned, a simple woolen dress in a blue that nearly matched her eyes, with a brown apron and cape. You were amused by how lovely she looked in such a simple garment as she sat across from you bouncing with excitement like a carefree dairymaid.

You were in a gown that no doubt cost more than you’d ever see in a lifetime. Dark crimson brocade embroidered with gold silk billowed around you like a stiff cloud. The sleeves were nothing more than a flowing golden lace, which also trimmed the scandalously low décolletage. Eleanor had even gone so far as to pile her best jewels on you and you were now glittering in gold and rubies that matched the gown. Broaches, rings, bracelets, even tiny pins placed strategically throughout the massive piles of curls on top of your head. The centerpiece of it all seemed to be the gold-chained necklace from which hung a ruby nearly the size of an egg that settled on the very top of your overly-exposed chest.

She’d even dabbed some of her cosmetics on your face. Your lips and cheeks were pinkened with rose paste and a touch of kohl was rimmed on your eyes. You’d absolutely refused to put the horrid white paste on your face that was becoming popular in some circles of noblewomen.

So, you certainly looked the part of a pampered daughter of a Duke. Your insides were still a mess of jumbled nerves and fear.

Eleanor’s hand lands on your shaking knee, her eyes soft with compassion.

“Are you that nervous?”

“Are you not?”

She sighs quietly, squeezing your knee before bringing her hand back to her lap.

“I am, of course. But I have you and Jungkook watching out for us, so I’m not frightened as I should be, perhaps. I’m more worried about you. So many things could happen and I can’t do anything if I’m supposed to be a servant. What if some nobleman drags you into a dark alcove, or someone tries to poison your meal to eliminate a rival in the bid for being Queen, or...heavens, what if the King falls in love with you?”

You guffaw at that, shaking your head. “There is little chance of that happening, My Lady.”

She huffs, waving her hand dramatically. “I’m not ‘My Lady’, remember. I’m just Ellie. You can’t mess that up. And anyway, you haven’t seen yourself from my seat. You are absolutely stunning. You look like you’re a Queen already and that man is going to take one look at you and beg you to be his.”

“There’s going to be other ladies here, you said?” You ask quickly, changing the subject with your cheeks blazing with embarrassment. As if a King would find you worth a look. No doubt His Majesty had a veritable army of mistresses at his disposal.

She nods distractedly, head turned to people-watch as they entered the busy courtyard. “Even though I was mad at him, I listened when Papa told me what to expect at court. The King’s council declared it was time for him to find a wife. They summoned five ladies in total - three Duke’s daughters, an Earl’s Daughter, and supposedly a Princess from some far off exotic land. Naturally, the Princess is the one the council is trying to push at his Majesty the most, but so far he’s shown no preference for anyone in particular. Papa was only able to suggest putting me in the running because he and His Majesty’s father were good friends. The only reason he didn’t come along with us is because he’s busy with...something about irrigation. I lost interest after that.”

You hum as you digest what she’s telling you. What it sounds like to you is that the King will have to try to stretch his no doubt incredibly busy schedule to accommodate entertaining five different women, most of whom were probably spoiled and not used to having to share anyone’s affections. It shouldn’t be too hard to simply fade into the background and let the other four battle over the King’s attention. With any luck, he’d eventually forget you were even there and you’d be able to escape without issue once Jungkook received the deed to his keep.

The carriage rattles to a stop and your breath hitches nervously. You gulp, the contents in your stomach from breaking your fast that morn lurching dangerously. Eleanor clasps your hand and squeezes.

“Remember that we have Jungkook on our side. He won’t let anything happen to us.”

You nod shakily and exhale deeply. A hand turns the carriage door handle and you stiffen, trying to recall all the lessons in deportment that you’d been forced to attend with Eleanor over the years. Be mindful of your posture, don’t breathe loudly, don’t fidget, keep your head high, and your eyes low. You could do this.

Eleanor leaves first with the help of Jungkook, as he grasps her hand to help her down the carriage steps. Once she is safely lowered and waiting patiently off to the side, he reaches in for you.

“You look magnificent and I have no doubt that you will do well. I’ll be right at your side,” he whispers as he gently holds your fingers to help you gracefully exit the carriage.

You nod and send him a grateful smile before letting your face fall into a façade of polite interest as you look upon the gathered party for the first time.

The appearance of a few councilmembers and a handful of servants to assist with luggage and escort you through the palace was expected. The tall figure standing in the middle, resplendent in crimson and gold attire that mirrored your own was not.

The King himself had come down to greet your arrival.

You eyed him in pleasant surprise as Jungkook escorted you towards him. You knew that he was a fairly young King, but this man was at the very peak of health and good looks. His hair was a dark ebony, although the sun shining on him seemed to bring out flecks of brown. It was surprisingly shorn short, but it seemed to flatter him. And his face...you weren’t the poetic sort, but he seemed to have a face that would belong to an angel. Thick lips and big soulful brown eyes all set in a face of flawless skin. He looked to be nearly as tall as Jungkook, with broad shoulders and a tapered waist atop incredibly long legs.

He was dressed in what you guessed was his courtwear - a crimson tunic over dyed leather breeches, and tall leather boots. Gold accents glittered from his shoulders and waist, with gold embroidery coloring the edges of his tunic and emblazoned over his chest in the form a wolf. His crown was surprisingly simple, as you’d always imagined some huge thing the size of a melon with a mismatched decoration of every jewel they could grab. The one atop his head was a simple golden band inlaid with rubies and diamonds. Perhaps he saved the other one for more important affairs.

His warm brown eyes appeared to widen as you came forth, his mouth dropping open slightly as he seemed to stare at your face.

Was he that horrified by what he saw?

You release Jungkook’s hand after one last comforting squeeze and drop low into a formal curtsy, keeping your eyes on the ground.

“Thank you for inviting me, your Majesty. I am Lady Eleanor Rose D’Aily, the daughter of the Duke Of Nevers,” you say softly, realizing as the words leave your mouth that you’ve just sealed whatever becomes of your fate.

A hand quickly reaches down and grasps yours to help you up, and you glance up to meet the King’s gaze. He still appears a little surprised - about what you didn’t know - but his lips turn in a welcoming smile. You’re surprised to notice the little lines outside his lips and eyes, like he smiles quite often. He also hasn’t released your hand yet, and you note that it’s soft and a little damp, like yours get when you’re nervous. But whoever heard of a nervous King?

“It’s a pleasure to have you, My Lady. We are so glad you’ve made the journey safely. We have made arrangements to have you placed in the apartments in the west wing, nearest my own. When your parents used to frequent court here, that’s where they always stayed. We thought it would be nice to continue the tradition.”

“I thank you, Your Majesty,” you respond quietly, distracted by the way the sun hit his eyes. At first glance they appeared brown, but the way that the sun reflected on them made them appear almost amber. How beautiful.

“Yes, I...err,” he began, and you noticed the way his eyes roamed all over your face, quickly down to your lace-trimmed décolletage, and back up with a blossom of color on his cheeks. “I have some meetings to attend now, but I have some time before supper so we might become better acquainted. Perhaps in the library? My Chancellor, Namjoon, will come for you when I’m free. In the meantime, please make yourself comfortable and ask for anything you might need. My Kingdom is at your disposal,” he says earnestly, with a charming grin.

You are overwhelmed by just how genuinely kind and anxious to please he seems to be. You’d thought for certain the most you would receive was a single servant and perhaps a note to tell you when you were required to show yourself. Instead, he stood before you with his hand still gripping yours, seeming to be genuinely apologetic that he couldn’t speak with you sooner.

And he smelled wonderful, like cedar and clove…

The man next to him cleared his throat meaningfully, causing King Seokjin to jump slightly. He released your hand and bowed shallowly.

“Until later, My Lady.”

You curtsied in return, watching as he turned and strode up the stone steps, whispering furiously with the man next to him.

Behind you Jungkook and Eleanor share a look, nervously observing as you follow the King’s retreat with your eyes and release a heartfelt sigh that both of them were intimately familiar with.

“Oh dear,” Eleanor gasps quietly.

[luzarya]

Find You

Siren Au where Yuu is a siren.

summary: Yuu was sweeping, when they realized that something good had came, for once, in their life.

Their beloved had came.

ao3 link: here

warning: none

word count: 3,076

songs: this and this

part: 2/3

-> 1 (previous)

-> 3 (not out til next friday)

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Yuu hummed a quiet melody as they swept the floor of Mostro Lounge. The lounge was empty, past its closing time.

Yuu began working not too long ago, their current contract having them work at the lounge ,and in exchange, Azul would do his best removing traces of Yuu’s presence at the beach. The local government had begun to search for the owner of the hypnotic voice before it took any lives, and had it not been for Azul’s interference, Yuu would probably have been in the government’s grasp.

And to be fair, Yuu didn’t want to be held by the government, not again.

The events that lead up to their current predicament, was truly, rather interesting.

Yuu’s voice switched from a hum to a quiet singing, as they recalled how they had to reveal their mer form to Jack, Deuce, Ace, and Grim. They all had been shocked, no doubt, but it soon quickly faded once they all realized it would play in their favor. Yet, the Leech twins had known, planning around it.

In the end, Yuu needed help from the Savanaclaw dorm, ultimately playing into their favor.

...then it landed them in another contract, not even a day after.

Yuu continued to sing, this time their voice now heard. No one was in the lounge itself, perhaps someone in the kitchen, Yuu figured, with the amount of noise they heard from that area. But they sang, and sang they did, of the song that their beloved once sang.

Yuu had promised an eternity with their beloved, yet they couldn’t fulfill their debt. Sometimes, they wished that their beloved would just magically appear, but they knew that it wouldn’t happen.

But one could hope.

They continued to mindlessly sing and sweep, thinking about their beloved, until a voice called out to them.

“Eh, Shachi-chan, why are ya always singin’ that song?” Floyd came out from the kitchen, a dish in hand. He had an almost dazed look- Yuu singing affected all, but to fellow mer, it was to a lesser degree. Nor did it take hold for too longer, either. The dazed look was already gone.

“What’s it to ya?” Yuu growled, unhappy that their singing was interrupted, although they eyed the dish. “What’s that?”

“Oh this? Just some shrimp alfredo.~”

“And you made it because…?”

“Just felt like it!~”

“I see…”

Yuu returned to sweeping, their song now a hum, as Floyd began eating his dish. It hadn’t been a minute, a freaking minute, until Floyd spoke again. At this point, Yuu was ready to strangle the mer. They just wanted to sing and hum their melody, was that too much to ask?

“Wanna taste, Shachi-chan?~”

Yuu eyed the dish, glaring at the eel mer, “What’s the catch, Leech?”

“Fufufu, answer my question, Shachi-chan.~”

Yuu let out a sigh, and placed their broomstick against the wall. They walked over and took the adjacent seat, looking at the plate. They didn’t look at Floyd, but they uttered their response.

“It’s a song from someone important.”

Floyd then wordlessly handed them their fork, not caring if they had used it earlier. Floyd only grinned as he waited for Yuu to take a bite.

Yuu grabbed a napkin, cleaning the fork before stabbing the shrimp, taking a bit. They took another, savoring the taste.

“Huh, this is pretty good, Floyd.”

“Fufu, I am pretty great, aren’t I?~”

“When you’re in the mood, that is.”

Floyd bellowed loudly, somehow finding Yuu’s statement to be funny.

Yuu looked quizzically at the eel mer, “Eh? What’s so funny, Leech?”

“Eheh, you’re pretty interesting, aren’t ya?~”

--

The selkie swam through the familiar shores, searching. It had been months since they last saw their beloved.

Too long, in fact.

However, they clung onto the hope that their beloved Yuu was alive- after all, they were alive when they left.

Even if Yuu hadn’t known.

Engel could still remember the carriage, how they tried to call out to Yuu, how something restricted their throat, unable to call for them. It was utter agony, unable to voice out their words of caution. They had saw Yuu go inside the carriage, and Engel was able to see their frightened expression as they entered. Engel wanted to help, yet the restraints didn’t allow them.

Even so, they sang their song. Their voice may not have the same power nor strength as that of Yuu’s, the ability to entrance mortals and to have their voice carry, but it didn’t matter.

They sang. Even if their words came out as a seal’s barks, honks, and growls. Even if no one understood them, they sang.

They sang for Yuu.

After all, they sang of an eternity together in this damned world, hadn’t they?

----

“Hey, Floyd?” Yuu asked, messing with the blood-filled glass bead of their seashell bracelet. Its warmth brought a sense of calm over.

“Hmm?”

“Do ya think Azul will help me bring someone on over? From my world, that is?”

Floyd titled his head, his eyes rolling upwards in ponderment, letting out a small “hmmmm”.

“Well, I’m sure you would have to ask Azul yourself, Yuu,” a familiar voice rang out.

The two mer turned their heads towards the direction of the voice. Jade simply gave a smile as he came closer, as he too, took a seat next to Yuu.

“I see…” Yuu muttered, lowering their head. They had a small hope, a small hope that they could bring their beloved to this world. They only knew that Engel was alive due to the warmth the bracelet emitted.

It was their only comfort in this foreign world.

“Fufu, do not fret, Yuu. Azul is surely bound to find an answer of some sorts, if you ask.”

“To the point of invention, Jade? After all, it was the carriage that brought me over. Can Azul even recreate such a thing?” Yuu retorted. What are the chances that they could bring over their beloved?

“Who knows,” Jade shrugged, “Speaking of which, the mirror was wrong, were they not?”

“Oh yea,” Floyd agreed, “Shachi-chan does have magic, so why’d the mirror say they’ve got none?” Floyd looked at Yuu expectedly, giving a toothy grin.

“Heck if I know,” Yuu replied, “Maybe ‘cause my magic is limited? I can only really use it for my voice and becoming mer, so-“

“Ehhhhh, you don’t use a potion?” Floyd looked shocked, his eyes wide and mouth agape. His brother shared a similar look of disbelief, although it was much more subtle. After all, they had used potions to retain their human form.

“I don’t? I’m half mer, after all,” Yuu replied. Did magic function differently here? If it did, it would explain as to why their magic went unnoticed. It would be simply that the magic mirror is only able to detect the magic native to this world, and as everyone knows, Yuu is no native.

“What’s the other half?” Jade titled his head to the side, much more curious about Yuu’s origins than before.

“Human.”

“Ehhhhh? I was convinced Shachi-chan was a full mer, fufu, now this is interesting, no?~”

----

The water above Engel became murky, radiating an odd warmth. The water was near freezing, and Engel’s body was becoming overheated. Yet, as much as Engel could, they couldn’t swim to colder waters. Something was pulling them in.

It was like magic.

Pain shot through all their body. It was nearly unbearable, that Engel almost had wished to die instead of dealing with the immense pain. It endured for the next five minutes, and soon, they found their body being forced out of the water, landing on the sand with a loud smack. Their body was sore, Engel letting out a loud painful whine.

They took a moment to adjust to their surroundings, noticing that they were on a beach, vacant and devoid of any life. However, they could faintly pick up a certain scent, one that distracted them from all their pain and inner turmoil.

And that was Yuu’s scent.

It was faint, oh so very faint, but Engel could still pick it up. The scent had sent them to overdrive, their blood pulsing faster than before.

Shifting out of their pelt, they hugged it close to ward off the cold night, as they began to track Yuu’s scent, venturing into the forest that bordered the beach.

Too many times were they nearly caught, too many times were they nearly hunted. No doubt, something knew that Engel was there, but that didn’t deter them. They’ll lose the hunter, sooner or later. It was just a matter of when.

Soon enough, they found themselves near what looked like an academy of some sorts, a gate blocking their way. Yuu’s scent here was strong however, an anxiety started to pool up in their stomach. What if they couldn’t get to Yuu? All those months of searching would go down the drain, and they would have no one to return to.

Letting out a pitiful sigh, they turned to leave, until they heard a voice call out to them.

“Who are you?”

Engel looked towards the direction of the voice, their black eyes locking with amber ones.

Engel didn’t say a word, yet the person came closer. It wasn’t until when they were directly across from them on the other side of the gate did Engel notice their features, as the moon provided little light. The person had white hair and wolf ears, and a somewhat dark complexion., They had a strong build that intimidated Engel, but judging by their relaxed pose, they knew they posed no threat. Despite that, even if they did indeed pose a threat, Engel felt confident enough of their own strength to take them down.

“I’m Engel,” the selkie finally stated, albeit reluctantly, “And you are?” Something about the beastman felt familiar, although Engel couldn’t figure out as to why.

“Jack. Tell me, why do you smell of blood?” Jack asked, his eyes now glaring at the selkie.

There was no visible trail of blood on Engel, but they did have some.

Their bracelet.

Engel raised their hand to show off their bracelet, of which had seashells and small, blood-filled glass beads. Mer often gave one another bracelets, with their scales, to their beloved. Yet, as Engel and Yuu were not the typical mer, they made do.

It was their only connection, and the only way they knew if the other lived. Engel could still feel the warmth of the bracelet, although it was beginning to grow warmer the more they came close to Yuu’s location. No doubt, Yuu was in this academy.

“The blood of my beloved. They have a similar one, although with my blood,” Engel stated, proudly.

Jack didn’t say a word, but he glanced around. “I know a way to get you inside, but you’ll have to trust me, alright?”

“You’ll do that?” Engel gasped, clutching onto their pelt with their free hand.

Jack looked at them again, and shook his head, “I’ll get you some clothes too.”

“Oh, thank you!”

Jack glanced behind Engel, and said, “We should hurry, I don’t think we have much time.”

----

“It’s time for me to leave, so I suppose I’ll be on my way,” Yuu began, as they got up from their seat.

“Leaving so soon, Shachi-chan?~” Floyd grabbed Yuu’s wrist, as the siren looked at them with great disdain. This was often why they avoided Floyd, the eel mer was too much for them to handle.

“Is there a reason why I shouldn’t, Leech?” Yuu turned to look at the other Leech brother, who was only giving them a close-eyed smile. Very helpful.

“It’s not that late, is it, Jade?~”

“It’s literally almost curfew, Sir Strangles-People.”

“Stay the night! You’re mer, you’ll fit right in.~”

“Pray tell, Leech, where would I sleep?”

At this question, Floyd let go of Yuu’s hand as they massaged the area. He seemed to actually be in thought, something of which Yuu rarely saw.

“Hm, would they sleep with us, Jade?” Floyd wondered out loud, his grin becoming bigger, showcasing all of his sharp teeth. Yuu wondered

“I’m leaving,” Yuu quickly said, already striding away from the brothers. The warmth from their bracelet grew, borderline burning them. Yuu furrowed their brows, the pain stinging yet not unbearable. Yuu didn’t stop walking, even when one of the brothers called out to them. As soon as they were out of sight, Yuu broke out in a run.

-----

Engel sighed happily as they fondled with the beads of their bracelet, its warmth growing stronger. It only ever did that after long periods of absence of the other bracelet, as the bracelets were made to function in such a way. Yuu’s mother had personally made the bracelets, carefully telling them what each sign had meant.

Warmth meant the other was alive and well. Absence of warmth meant death.

And burning, after being separated for a long time, meant the other was near.

And boy, was Engel just vibrating with a certain happiness. Months and months of searching, and finally their search bore fruit.

“Hot chocolate?”

Engel snapped out of their daydream, looking at the owner of the voice. It was Jack, whose hand was in front of her, with a mug of hot chocolate within its grasp.

“Ah, many thanks, Jack,” Engel grabbed ahold of the mug, pulling it close to their person. They adorned some ill-fitting clothing, although it was all that Jack could offer. At least, Engel mused, they had something on. Better to wear baggy clothing than to be out and about naked.

“How do you know Yuu?” Jack asked. It was still rather early to the night, for it was not for another two hours did Jack need to go to bed. It was by sheer luck that Jack had encountered Engel on his nightly jog. He could smell something, or someone, hunting the mer. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was obvious to him that the mer was in danger.

It took some explaining to the other dorm members as to why he brought a mer, of all people, inside to Savanaclaw. Even more, it was rather obvious that Engel didn’t attend the college, as everyone, to an extent, possessed a certain aura that only one could find at Night Raven College, after staying for a while.

Although, it didn’t take long for everyone to accept Engel, either. As strength was favoured amongst the beastmen, Engel had plenty. And tenacity, to boot. No doubt, had Engel been a native of this world, they would surely have been sorted into Savanaclaw.

“Hmm,” Engel pondered out loud, “As you said earlier, I’m not from this world and neither is Yuu.”

Jack nodded, not saying a word, intently listening.

“I’ll explain a few things of which are important before I begin. Our world,” a sip from the mug, “is harsh upon its inhabitants. Non-humans are rare and few, our numbers hunted to its current state. People are encouraged to kill or kidnap us, and use us for their dirty deeds.” Engel let out a hoarse laugh, but they continued.

“Thus, we thrive in secret, away from humans. We’re isolated, and we flee at any instance of human interference. Only a few humans are taken within our communities, Yuu’s mother being one of them. Truly, the Kishimoto family have been rather unfortunate.”

Jack raised a brow at the name, never having heard Yuu’s family name before.

“We met at sea, when Yuu was exploring their mer side. They were lucky enough to meet with their father’s side of the family, as orcas are matrilineal. Although whatever attachment they had with them was soon broken, by humans.”

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, taking in all the information.

“Humans started to fish in their territory, so they left, and left me in charge of telling Yuu. Thankfully, no one was harmed, however, it was found that Miss Kishimoto was a mer’s wife, that of a siren no less.”

Engel took a sip of their hot chocolate, the beverage slowly, but surely, becoming cold.

“Miss Kishimoto fashioned us these bracelets, and a few other trinkets before she was taken. I believe we were about… I say, 13 summers old by then? Yuu was taken in by my community, so we’ve been close since then. Only about a year ago did we… ah, become one another’s beloveds.”

“I see…”

“Did that answer your question?” Engel watched Jack’s expression, as he processed the new information. It was a lot, after all, Engel basically telling all of Yuu’s life in a very condensed summary.

“I suppose it does.”

-----

Yuu ran out from the mirror, their bracelet practically glowing and humming with life. They stood, searching for Engel. Yuu could smell Engel’s scent in the area, but they didn’t know where they were in.

It wasn’t until they felt their phone buzz in their back pocket did they find out.

Savanaclaw.

As quick as one can be, Yuu hurried and teleported through the mirror once more.

----

“I’ve told Yuu that you’re here, Engel, “Jack stated, as he picked up the mugs of hot chocolate, “I’ll be right back.”

Engel didn’t say a word, still clutching onto their pelt firmly. There was never a moment when they were without their pelt, the only other person ever granted permission to even remotely touch it, was Yuu.

Engel was unsure of how they would tell Yuu of the news from their world, nor was Engel even sure that they could return. Stories of transporting to other worlds always ended the same- no return to their home.

Yet Engel had a feeling that they wouldn’t mind that.

Anything better than that damned world.

----

Yuu ran, ignoring all the curious glances and glares that were thrown their way. They tracked Engel’s scent, and at last…

They saw Engel, pleasantly conversing with Jack, their pelt in their lap, and a content face. Yuu could feel their bracelet cool down, as did Engel. The selkie turned to look at their beloved arrival, tears pricking their eyes, and a smile making its way onto their face.

“It’s been too long, Yuu.”

Yuu ran to them, surprising Jack in the process, and hugged Engel.

“Too long, my love. Too long.”

….as Jack watched, unsure of what to do. He decided it would be best to leave the lovers alone, so he quietly left. Yuu knew the way.

[belliesandburps]

Floyd and Jade?

Vore Potential:

Completely Consume Me | Fucking Devour Me  | Swallow Me Whole | Eat me | No Thanks | Who? | God No | Maybe a Snack  | Pretty Tasty | Enjoyable Meal | Absolutely Delicious | Hungry Now! |  FEED ME

Floyd’s another all time favorite in TW for me.  And one whom I’d absolutely love to see devour anyone.  He adores squeezing and hugging people like teddy bears.  And there’s truly no greater squeeze than wolfing someone down and squeezing them in his fishy belly.

Floyd’s one of the few TW characters I can see working for same-size vore as well as macro, since his true form is an eel-man who are canonical preds and can stretch out their jaws.  Floyd’s the type who would giggle and groan as he wolfs his prey down, shoving them feet first and nomming and gently nibbling with his fangs to get a real taste for his prey. 

And once they’re in his belly, Floyd would groan breathlessly, panting heavily as his massive, pale gut rises and falls with his labored breathe...before he hugs his belly and lurches forward with a THUNDEROUS belch.  When that ends, he’d groan about how stuffed he is, giving his belly some resounding slaps and working loose another titanic burp that leaves him moaning with relief and letting his drooling tongue hang out of his fang-filled maw. 

Of all the preds in TW, Floyd’s the one who would be the most “into” being a pred.  He’d love having prey in his belly, both the feeling of being so full AND the feeling of his stomach constricting against another living creature, whom he can hug and squeeze away.  The feeling of squeezing both his prey AND his belly at the same time is a double-whammy that cannot be beaten for Floyd.  :P

Vore Potential:

Completely Consume Me | Fucking Devour Me | Swallow Me Whole | Eat me | No Thanks | Who? | God No | Maybe a Snack  | Pretty Tasty | Enjoyable Meal | Absolutely Delicious | Hungry Now! |  FEED ME

Jade is a very proper and cunning sort of fiend, but I think he’s someone who would RELISH being a pred.  He’d very properly hold his prey up, look them over and give them this calming sense of false security.  Then, he would delicately open his fang-filled maw, run his tongue across their face and smile just a little bit wider at their flavor, before oh so gently hoisting his prey in the air and slowly easing them into his mouth.

He wouldn’t be ravenous about it the way his brother is.  Jade would take his time, very slowly lapping his tongue all across his prey’s body and humming pleasantly to himself.  Then, he’d dip his head back and swallow heartily, delicately resting his gloved finger against his throat and feeling his prey slide down his gullet and vanish into his stomach.

Once they’re inside, Jade would huff mildly to himself and mute a burp under his hand, excusing himself right after even if he held it in.  Then, he would relax and unbutton his shirt then remove his gloves so he can feel his prey directly as he slowly rubs his bare belly in a satisfied manner, talking about how delicious his prey was and how eager he is to “do this again” sometime, periodically easing some muted burps out from behind his free hand.

Whereas Floyd loves the feeling of squeezing his prey and his belly, Jade loves the satisfaction of holding his prey’s life in his hands.  It’s almost like a power trip for him, but also indulges his own inherently predatory nature, since, just like Floyd, he IS an eel-man in a very handsome disguise...

[whiskeyote]

Col and I had a really good day yesterday!!

We went to the Centre for the Salish Sea and got to see some cool native ocean critters, and we were even there at the right time to see the weekly wolf eel feeding! The wolf eel's name was Beatrice and she was a big girl, about 5.5 feet long! I also got to see some "old friends"; species that are getting increasingly rare to see in the intertidal zone due to pollution and climate change, but that were staples of my childhood beach education. White anemones and sea cucumbers, especially. We also got to see some sculpins with their clutch of little green eggs, BLUE sea stars, and we voted on the resident octopus' name.

After a couple hours of pointing and "WOW"ing at ocean critters, we grabbed a rare (for us) Starbucks coffee and went thrifting at a few different stores. I bought a couple nice scarves for under $10, a book, and a bowl with a pour spout explicitly for melting beeswax in (because beeswax is a 🐝 to clean out of things so I figured I'd just get a separate dish so I never have to bother and can just keep re-melting/adding to it) and we even found a nice comforter/pillowcases combo for Very Damn Cheap which will replace my current hellishly bad duvet (which has batting piled up inside of it everywhere one wouldn't want it and none where one would)... I've wanted to yeet this thing into the sun more than a few times now, so it's nice to know its reign of terror is finally drawing to a close.

After thrifting, we went and got dinner at a Greek place that wasn't super fancy by look or feel but the food was incredibly good (and pretty dang inexpensive for Greek). We picked up some nice wine on the way home, watched Blades of Glory (which somehow I hadn't seen; it's actually not terrible), then [insert wine-fuelled intermission here] and then we played board games in bed til we were too tired to live. It was like 2am.

Happy first day of our 7th year. Damn.

[orleans-jester]

Summer had finished the wedding present for the dads a couple of days ago. It sat in a gift bag in her dollhouse, she was just trying to muster up the courage to actually give it to them. The gift anxiety could be bad when she was just giving things to friends, like when she handed out presents at the barbecue. But something this big, this important. It didn’t help that she knew that her dad would like it. It was more so about Flotsam. If they would even want something from her. She had a huge fear that it would cause more problems because maybe Flotsam would just want to throw it out, and maybe her dad would defend it because she had put many, many, MANY hours into it. Lots of trial and error until she got it absolutely perfect.

But now that she was trying to prove herself to the camp, it felt like it was the right time. How was she ever going to be the strong, confident, loyal wolf that they wanted her to be if she couldn’t even give the dads a present?

With shaky hands, she’d bring the bag inside. Would avoid looking at anyone’s eye. Ugh, she wished she could just get over this. The bag was large. It was heavy. There was a card sticking out from beneath the tissue paper. She’d stand in front of the closed door. Deep breath. A knock.

“Come in,” She’d hear her dad’s voice after a minute. But she stared at the doorknob. Oh god. She couldn’t handle seeing their faces when they opened it. She’d just drop it and then would walk, stiffed backed to the living room and would sit down on the couch, mentally cursing herself for not actually being strong enough to handle giving it to them. She ran her fingers stiffly through her blonde curls, waiting to hear yelling or something similar. Maybe she shouldn’t have done it after all.

Thomas would have to get out of bed and open the door curiously. He’d see the gift, raise an eyebrow, and bring it inside, closing the door gently behind him. He brought out the card and saw the familiar swirly writing. “Oh, guess she finally finished up the wedding gift,” He’d say, placing the bag on the end of the bed. He noticed how heavy it was. It was up to Flo whether to open it or not.

And if they did open up the present, they would find a quilt. Entirely hand made. Not your grandma’s square or triangle type quilt either but it had a design on it that Thomas could only see when he held it up. It was taller than him, holy shit. She had used her isolation hours on this, he could tell.

The pattern was that of a wolf. Different types of greys and blacks and bright blues made it. Some were fur. Some were cotton. Some were old torn up t-shirts. There was even some silk that she had gotten from Angela.

And around the wolf was an eel. Dark greens. Dark greys. Browns. One bright blue eye. One topaz. More silks. Velvets. Cashmere. Everything she could get her hands on. All against different white and grey fabrics as the background. Quilting. he never would have thought.