#Waves made of starlit dreams

[theseaofstarlitdreams]

Dreaming of cloud cluttered skies (Masterlist)

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Fandoms

-Genshin Impact

-Honkai: Star Rail

-TGCF (Heaven Official's Blessing)

-Project Sekai/ Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage

-Twisted Wonderland

-What in HELL is bad?

-MDZS (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation)

-SVSSS (The Scum Villain's Self Saving System)

-Black Bulter

-Wuthering Waves

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-I write both romantic and platonic!

-I am open to most ideas, But I will NOT write for:

-Pedophilia/Adult x child

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-L0licon (Thats nasty)

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Have a wonderful dream.

[livlaughloveluke]

underwater moments w/ Poseidon!reader x Luke

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡 - 𝗟.𝗖

daughter of poseidon! reader x luke castellan 🪸

[headcannons]

summary: you’re dating the famous hermes boy 💘

warnings: no betrayal luke 🥳, percy is a lil bro, fem reader, not all of these are underwater moments

a/n- i’m back for now guys!!

sneaking out for starlit swims !!

you and luke spend your nights secretly swimming under the dark waters of camp half-blood, while the moon grazes the surface and turns the black depths glittery. you and him try to remain quiet, but how could you resist laughter when he almost accidentally drowned, twice?!

the famous underwater kisses <3

with little privacy at the kid-filled camp, you and luke rarely found moments alone. all you had time for were sneaky, quick kisses in between planned activities. as a child of poseidon, you found a way to solve this intimate problem—underwater kisses. creating an air bubble under the lake allowed for a moment with no curious glances—at least from most. (the fishies and a certain pesky brother often interrupt)

going pearl diving!

luke likes to sunbathe in the gleaming sun, resting on the docks while you splash around in the blue lake. you dive down deep, searching for the prettiest pearls underwater and placing him on the wood surface next to him. this could go on for hours, you entertained by the adventure and luke just happy to be in your presence. the next day, luke graciously gifted you a gorgeous necklace made with the pearls you excavated.

surfing and paddle boarding 🏄‍♀️

while the calm waters don’t offer many waves, every once in a while you like to manipulate the liquid so you can surf. not to mention, you love to instruct luke, too. he’s not the best, but he’s willing to give anything a try. (if we’re being honest, he hates it. he hates constantly falling off the board and sharply coming into contact with the water, but he’d do anything if it meant you were happy.)

in contrast, he loves to paddle board with you. it’s more gentle, and he can actually talk to you while in the water.

the olive theory! (but with cherries)

definitelyyyy the type of guy to pretend he doesn’t like cherries just because he knows you love them more. every morning at breakfast, he slides you his small fruit cup with only the cherries remaining, and you eat it up every time. unbeknownst to you, he’s only doing this to see you smile. he loves the way your lips curl up into a smile when you eat them, the juices staining your lips with a shade of red. he would give up anything to see you smile like that. 

carrying a waterproof digital camera around 📸

he loves loves LOVES to take photos of you! whether your swimming in the lake or picking strawberries in the fields, he’s by your side with the camera directed towards you. he’s the number one candid picture taker! and when you ask why, he usually presents you with some dumb excuse or pickup line to conceal the fact that he’s totally whipped for you. 

“ew, stoppp! i look so bad right now! why do you like taking so many photos anyway?”

“dunno. you’re the subject of all my dreams, sweetheart.”

late night beach bonfires

singing, laughing, and cuddling by the warmth of a campfire with all your friends is a weekly occurrence for you and luke. it feels like you’re both just normal teens, living life with no fear of monsters attacking or angry greek gods. plus, he makes BOMB s’mores. 

CHAOTIC game nights with percy 

attempting to play charades with your little brother, but overall he just gets mad and rage quits because you couldn’t guess the word. oh, and we can’t forget the craziest uno nights. you and percy arguing over the rules while luke just stands awkwardly in the corner.

“you can’t place a draw two on a draw four! it doesn’t work that way!”

“yes you can!! suck it up and draw your six cards!”

“uh, guys…? 🧍‍♂️”

the annual cabin decoration contest ! (yes, i made this up)

when that time rolls around, you and percy are DETERMINED to have the best cabin. you hang up seashells, scatter around the prettiest dried coral on shelves, and buy fairy lights for a cozy atmosphere. luke watches from afar as you and percy playfully argue whether a lana del rey poster would “fit the theme.” to be fair, it was a tunnel under OCEAN blvd poster.

[luke masterlist] ★ [request here] ★ [poseidon moodboard]

[cuubism]

i said i might write something based on Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda and well. yeah.

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“Have you been thinking much of this time?” Dream asks.

They are at the beginning. The ancient, smoky main room of the White Horse, all the way back then, when that sweet, starlit entity had loomed over Hob with challenge and strangeness and then swept away again, leaving the start of a story in his wake. Only this time, Dream is sitting with him, and the rest of the room is faded out, as it had when Hob had first seen him, this collected truth of the universe.

(Dream does not believe in objective truth—of course he doesn’t, he is made of dreams—though he would not articulate it that way if asked. Hob, meanwhile, knows at least one truth, and it’s what he feels when he looks at Dream.)

“Don’t you think of it?” he asks, wrapping an arm around Dream’s waist, fingers over his hipbone. It is a dream, but that distinction does not matter to Hob much anymore.

“I suppose. I think of much.”

“‘Course you do.” He strokes his hand up and down Dream’s side, and Dream hums. “I wondered about following you. Think if I did you’d have been gone into smoke already.”

“Yes. I did not care to stay long.”

“Nor I,” Hob admits.

“Truly?” says Dream, with surprise.

“Was thinking about you too much,” Hob says. “How could I go back to just chatting with my mates when I had seen you?”

“Why did you stay, then?”

“You have to take time with your mates while you have it,” Hob says. “Didn’t need six hundred years of life to know that one. Just a couple dozen deaths. Had the rest of eternity to mull over you, after all.”

“And did you?” Dream asks.

“Oh, yes.” He pulls Dream close. Slides over until he’s half in his lap, straddling his thigh, perfectly placed to kiss him. Hands on his shoulders, his neck, the sharp cut of his jaw. Once, Hob had held him from afar, like a wish. Now, Hob holds him close, as dream, as friend, as lover, in his human way, with sweat and time and hands.

“I mulled over you like fine wine,” Hob says, twisting his fingers in Dream’s hair, and Dream smiles. Hob kisses him again. Sips of his mouth like mulled wine, indeed. But his love for Dream is nothing so fleeting as spice on his tongue.

Or as fleeting as Dream sometimes thinks it will be. Dream is a living love poem to creation. But he does not know how to be loved in the way Hob wants to love him. In the way Hob does love him. Hob thinks that Dream knows how to be loved as a dream is loved, as a hope is loved, as an ideal is loved: held in glass, or in the sky, distant, perfect, disappointing up close. Parts of him are held as bubbles in different souls, but never in entirety.

He knows how to be loved as a nightmare is loved, bloody fear and history, raw closeness, curling in the humors of the body. He has been loved as a story is loved, which is to say, as creation is loved, as transmission is loved, as distance, as connection, as hearts on radio waves, as endings are loved, the pathways of him, container and fill.

Dream does not know how to be loved as a person is loved.

Hob loves him still when he grows teeth, and when a sweet taste comes to his mouth. Hob loves him as potential, as uncertainty. Story unset in stone. In softening belly and uneven step. Hob will show him how to be loved as a person is loved, because Dream is a person, especially when he insists he is not, and Hob loves him as one, has loved him as one, and Dream, who is used to being loved as dreams, cannot comprehend this.

He asks, sometimes. Why? Not even in a hurt, self-hating way. In a genuinely curious way, for he is not used to it. Hob hasn’t had the answer to that. Just trust that I do.

This moment, kissing Dream in the smoke of memory, is an answer. This is the beginning, but a fragment of words comes back to him, read in the between-time, when they were apart.

“You wanted to know why I loved you.” His lips are to Dream’s skin as he speaks, moved to his throat, his chest, pulling open his high collar, as Dream shivers under him. In the Dreaming, things can be like other things in a way that makes no sense in the Waking; Dreaming-sense is like a collage, the distant truth of collected fragments. And so touching Dream’s skin is like stepping out into the earliest morning, before the human world’s woken up, and feeling what’s un-meant to be felt.

“I do not think love needs a why,” Dream says. “Yet I have wondered.”

He gets it, Hob thinks, except that he doesn’t let himself.

He traces the harsh line of Dream’s collarbone with his mouth. Dream is full of harsh lines and seems incapable of letting softness stick to his bones. “‘I love you because I know no other way than this.’”

“I am familiar with the poem,” Dream says, but his voice is caught on Hob's words, his long fingers disbelieving in Hob’s hair.

“Are you?”

“Between shadow and soul is where dreams reside,” says Dream.

“And what about Dream?” Hob says, looking up at him, stressing the singular.

Dream’s lips purse, and Hob goes back to kissing his chest, up his sternum, over his heart. “I know,” he says between kisses, “no other way. Than this.”

Dream tangles him up, long arms, legs curled together, shadow and star around him. Hob’s loved him so long that he doesn’t remember what it was like not to. He has been tangled up in Dream since the beginning. It is what he is.

“A dream resides where it is wanted,” says Dream, finally answering his question. His voice has roughened, his breath has quickened, affected by Hob’s touch, by the words of the poem. Each lick, and kiss, and bite coils the Dreaming closer around them. One day it might be harder to wake up than to fall asleep.

“It’s wanted,” Hob says, and claims his beautiful mouth, pressing him back against the wall. His hair in its uncontrollable frissons, his eyes in their changeable void, his needy starvation of a thousand unanswered love poems—this kiss is a response to those missives. Dream is in the shadowed parts of him, in his turning points, in the words he speaks. Hob sees his answer in the tears that bead along his eyes but refuse to fall, in his darkness and whimsical creations, and his surprised, gentle pleasure when he’s kissed.

Hob loves him so. There’s no moral or end to that story. Hob’s love for Dream is. Full stop. End of sentence.

[fairykazu]

letters to her ft. kazuha

cws: established relationship, f! reader (referred as lady, princess, etc), third person, making up lore to fit the story, princess bride ref

masterlist

kazuha stood tall amidst the warmer breeze that inazuma had to shoulder for the spring, every cherry blossom tree was in bloom, the pink petals falling to the ground. he pocketed one petal for her as his long, white hair dancing like ribbons of silk in the gentle winds. red eyes scanning the horizon as he was searching for a glimpse of the one who held his heart captive.

just before leaving to inazuma last night, he had written her another letter, his heart pouring out onto the parchment paper as if it was the lighting storm that showers over the islands, blessed by the electro archon herself. he wrote carefully as the ink stained his fingers; words blurred together as his vision began to blur with tears. unspoken words he'd never said out loud.

as he was traveling by boat to the city, the memory of their first meeting came flooding back, he remembered it as if it was yesterday. he was left, stranded, in the harsh wilderness of the islands, abandoned to care for himself.

thankfully, a woman had taken him in out of pity. although kazuha wasn't the type to believe in the archons like he used to, he thanked them above for blessing his eyes with her. her beautiful, sparkling eyes and her dimples when she smiled. she was truly someone who was as beautiful as the ocean waves when they crash on the shore. he had fallen to her charms quicker than the first snowflake that danced in the winter.

he remembered how kind she was as she poured him some jasmine tea. her delicate hands made him feel safe. even then, in his heart, he had known that she was the one. the one who would make all his pain and suffering worth it.

once he arrived on the dock of the city, it had been a long time since he saw her. years had passed since, but their love for each other had only grown stronger. they exchanged countless letters, sharing their deepest desires and fears. promises were made, vowing to be together soon. kazuha took out a letter from his pocket, unfolding it. clutching it close to his chest, the scent of her perfume lingered on the paper, taunting him with the memory of her.

closing his eyes, he allowed himself to be consumed by the moments of their time together, reliving each memory as if it were happening all at once.

he chuckled silently to himself as he remembered the way she would laugh, how her eyes would sparkle when she smiled, nights they spent together, whispering secrets and sharing dreams beneath the starlit sky.

like how the archon mythology had said when people were originally had four arms, four legs and two heads, but when the archons had a war, it eventually split the people into beings with two arms, two legs and one head, doomed or blessed them with their other half wandering the world.

maybe, she was his other half, and he was fated to be hers forevermore.

his heart started to race once he arrived at her estate, hoping that he would be embraced by her arms once again. pink blossoms waltzed in the wind around him, the scent of love in the air. the grand mansion loomed before him, its towers reaching towards the celestials.

the door was guarded with two knights, clad in their bright armor, holding onto their polearms as if their life depended on it. he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. one of them asked the ivory haired samurari,

"state your business."

"i am here to see the lady." kazuha replied, staying calm despite the broody knights staring daggers into his soul. he smiled politely as one of them raised a brow,

"the lady? don't be silly, young man. everyone in the world wants to see the lady. please show me how you know her."

kazuha didn't expect the security to increase when he was gone. he handed the letter he recieved from you recently to the broody knight number one.

broody knight number one laughed in kazuha's face, the saliva sticking to his face. he grabbed a tissue, wiping his face. "young man, don't make me laugh!” loud, booming fits of laughter came from both knights. “this is no way the lady's handwriting." he squinted, passing it to the second broody knight.

"i agree. this must be a bootleg version. nice try, kid." kazuha tried to take back the letter but the knight only had ripped it up in front of him, his eyes grew to saucers, watching the parchment become one with the pink flowers. as kazuha was about to unsheathe his sword, a little man, dressed in all black, presumably the butler, creaked open the doors. he waddled to one of the knights, whispering something.

as the laughter took a full stop, a moment of silence increased the tension. the knights' facade of being proud dropped completely, laughing nervously. "my apologies, sir kaedehara, we weren't aware of your business with the lady."

he retorted back, "you would've if you read the contents of the letter." the knight opened the door wide open, making the brass knockers clink against the wooden door.

as the doors were still open, kazuha sauntered his way into the mansion; it revealed a grand hall adorned with tapestries and different styled paintings of your family. kazuha could feel the weight of the knights' daggered gaze upon his head again, he chuckled nervously, forgetting that he made a remark towards their intergity.

most definitely, deserved though.

he made his way towards the staircase that led to the upper levels of her estate.

as he ascended up on the marble stairs, the tension in the air grew more cruel, colder. it was as if the whole world was holding their breath, waiting for him to arrive; it made him realize that he was holding his breath too.

he made himself relax as he paused for a moment on the top of the stairs, taking in the surroundings around him. from the lavish furnishings to countless, new portraits framed in gold, each single one served as a painful reminder of his time apart from you.

he was familiar with the hallways, turning a left, reaching her chamber. his heart was pounding in his chest, taking a deep breath just before he steadied himself. he knocked on the door, "my lady, are you there?"

a moment of silence came before a click of the latch replied to kazuha's question. the door swung open, revealing his lady in front of him. she was more beautiful than he ever remembered, even if he attempted to remember her appearance, engraved in his mind. it couldn't compare to reality

. her eyes lit up like sparkles in the night sky, "hello, my knight, how are you? how was your journey?" she said with grace, upholding the reputation she has across many towns. her voice was soft and sweet just like how he remembered.

taking her delicate hands into his calloused ones, he kissed her knuckles, "it was beautiful despite the harshness of the weather." your face shifted uncomfortably. "don't worry, princess, i wasn't hurt badly. in fact," from his bag, he grabbed a single rainbow rose he saved just for her. "i have this flower for you. it reminded me of you."

she smiled, her teeth shining brightly, "thank you, my knight. care to come in?"

kazuha nodded. the door behind him shut closed. she took a deep breath, taking a step forward, her facade as a perfect lady crumbled before him. her hand trembled, reaching out to his cheek, "kazuha," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "you've come back to me." tears began to form, creating little pearls at her eyes.

"i promised that i would." kazuha replied, gently comforting her as she pulled him into a tight embrace, clinging to him as if she might never let go. he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her familiar scent.

it was the scent of home, of love, of everything that had maintained him during the years they had been apart. kazuha departed from her embrace. he lit the fireplace as it crackled and cackled. he returned to the nook of the bedroom. he carried her to the loveseat, sitting next to her. she gazed into her lover's eyes,

she sniffled, "kazuha, i adore you. although sometimes i wonder if i'd be enough for you?" her snot running down her nose, he quickly retrieved a tissue, wiping the snot from her face.

"you know, i'll always come back to you, princess," he said softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "no matter where I go or what I do, you'll always be the star that guides me home."

she smiled through her tears; her face began to light up. "and you, kazuha, my love, you're the only one who can make this place feel like home." she leaned into him, her body warm and familiar against his. "stay with me, won't you?"

he returned her smile, sweetly, wiping a single tear off her face, "of course, my lady, i wouldn't want to be anywhere else but with you." he pressed a kiss to her head, humming a tune.

she nodded, sniffling, wiping her nose with the tissue kazuha gave her. "thank you, my knight." she rested her head against his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. "i've missed your stories about your adventures; do tell me, what have you been up to since you left?"

"as you wish, my lady."

[drtyelvisfantasy]

Love in the Hamptons🤍🥂

Parings: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You and Chris spend a romantic weekend in the Hamptons

Song for the fic: Old Money- Lana Del Rey

The warm summer breeze swept through the car as Chris drove down the winding road towards their house in the Hamptons. The scent of saltwater filled the air, and the anticipation of a relaxing weekend away together made your hearts flutter.

As the both of you arrived at the stunning beachfront property, Chris parked the car and turned to you with a grin. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Hand in hand, you and Chris walked up the stone pathway, surrounded by vibrant flowers and manicured gardens. The sound of seagulls filled the air as the both of you reached the front door. Chris unlocked it, revealing a beautifully decorated beach-style interior that exuded warmth and comfort.

Your eyes widened in awe as you stepped inside. The spacious living room boasted large windows that overlooked the ocean, inviting the golden sunlight to fill the space. The scent of fresh ocean air mingled with the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling them close. "This place has always been my sanctuary," he confessed, his voice filled with affection. "And now, it's ours."

Over the next few days, you and Chris reveled in the beauty of the Hamptons. The both of spent lazy mornings strolling along the shoreline, the both of your bare feet sinking into the warm sand. The sun kissed your skin, and laughter filled the air as the both of you chased each other, playfully splashing water.

In the afternoons, you and Chris explored the quaint little town nearby, hand in hand as you both ventured into charming boutiques and indulged in ice cream cones. The both of you shared intimate conversations over candlelit dinners, savoring every moment of each other's company.

As the sun began to set, you and Chris would retreat to the porch, sinking into plush chairs as you both watched the sky transform into a canvas of vibrant colors. With your fingers intertwined with his, you and Chris would whisper sweet nothings and dreams for the future to each other, feeling the weight of Chris’s love grow stronger with each passing day.

On one particular evening, a gentle breeze rustled through the palm trees that lined the property. Chris pulled you into a slow dance on the porch, swaying to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. The soft sound of “Moonlight Serenade” by Frank Sinatra playing in the background added a touch of magic to the moment.

The both of your hearts beat in sync as the both of you danced under the starlit sky, together your was love casting a warm glow around the both of you. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only Chris and you in your own little universe.

As the night wore on, the both you wrapped yourselves in blankets and lay on the porch, your bodies pressed close together. Your fingertips traced constellations in the sky, sharing stories and dreams that the both of you had never spoken aloud before.

Eventually, exhaustion took hold, and you both retreated to the cozy bedroom, falling into a peaceful sleep wrapped in each other's arms. The Hamptons had witnessed your love story unfold, and it held those memories close, ready to welcome them back whenever you and Chris needed a sanctuary from the outside world.

In the embrace of your shared beachfront home, the both of you found solace, love, and a never-ending bond. The Hamptons became not just a place, but a symbol of your love, a reminder of the beauty you both had created together.

And as the both of you drifted off to sleep, your hearts and souls intertwined, you knew that the Hamptons would forever hold a special place in your hearts—a haven that would always welcome the both of you back, whispering tales of love and memories yet to be made.

[fallenclan]

No Going Back

Ravenshade closed his eyes.

All at once, the moss covering floor of the glow cave disappeared from under his paws, as he was whisked up into a star filled sky. Glowing lithe shapes danced around him as the spirits of Fallenclan swarmed around him, with an untold power.

Ravenshade watched, briefly letting a kit like wonder fill his heart, as the twinkling lights danced before him. And then his eyes settled on one cat in particular.

She bounded past him, her long dark fur dripping with starlight. Ravenstar caught a swift scent of pine, and followed in a dream like daze, a familiar pang hungry ambition guiding his paws.

As if he was replaying memories in his mind, Ravenshade saw his own paws raise as the cat turned around, her eyes wide in horror on her split colour face. And as he dealt that first blow, his leader ceremony commenced.

The molly dissipated into stardust and feathers and Ravenshade fell forward, disoriented. A wind rushed from behind him, with a sudden frenzy, and he heard the voice of his father mutter into his ear.

“With this life, prepare yourself to persevere. The path you are on, is one of great difficulty”

At that moment, Ravenshade felt the jaws of countless beasts tear through him. Panting, the tom tried to turn around, to face Gyoza, but in his place he saw the somber face of Troutspeckle.

She must be so proud of her kit, Ravenshade thought, seeing only his jubilant reflection in her grief stricken eyes. As she touched her nose to his head, her form dissolved into a breeze that lingered on his pelt.

“With this life, I hope you will one find empathy, for the suffering of others”

Ravenshade breathed in, bracing himself for the pain, and yet all he felt was a twinge of irritation to his shoulder. He gazed upwards, with a new sense of boldness, challenging the sky for more.

The swirling cats of Starclan surrounded him, and Ravenshade saw the almost gleeful face of Sorrelstem from within the storm. Ravenshade shivered, as a sudden freezing sensation pierced straight through his fur. She chuckled, and yet her words were laced with ice.

“With this life, don’t forget the ones who call you a friend. You wouldn’t want to end up lost and cold now wouldn’t you, oh great leader of Fallenclan!”

A great wind swept around him, and Ravenstar blinked as flying flakes of snow obscured his vision. A sharp pain embedded itself in his chest, as he heard the words of a weary elder, Moonstep, echo in his head.

“Your misplaced pride with bring downfall to this clan. With this life, I bear a warning. Learn some humility, or you’ll end up losing the very thing you did all of this for”

The pain intensified, and Ravenshade found himself falling through the open air. That starlit sky tore away from him as he descended, those grand constellations reducing themselves to distant specks. This time, a silky voice called to him.

“With this life, you must accept the consequences of your actions”

Sweetclover stood above him, looking down at him from her perch in those many, far away stars. Her expression was unreadable.

“Are you prepared? For the life you will now lead?”

Ravenshade didn’t have time to think about her words as he hit the ground, feeling every bone in his body shatter, sending a million sparks of pain through him. Gritting his teeth, he pulled himself up.

He looked around. He was no longer in Starclan.

A wave of deja vu washed over him as he made his way through that misty pine forest once again. The trees loomed around Ravenshade, casting shadows so dark, it was difficult to put one paw in front of the other.

Suddenly his ears pricked as a he heard another voice cut through the eerie silence.

“What? Scared?”

A silver she-cat padded out from behind the tree trunks.

“You should be,” snarled Blizzardfang, locking Ravenshade in a fierce stare, the stars on her pelt glittering from within the gloom.

“With this life, may you find the courage to face what is yet to come”

A nauseous feeling bubbled in Ravenshade’s chest as this next life seeped into him. He looked up at the stars. Were they… toying with him?

Ravenshade refused to be made a fool, marching through the trees, pushing passed the sickening aches in his joints, anything to get out of this wretched dream. The trees gave way to the edge of a cliff and Ravenshade’s bitter eyes fell upon that oh so familiar tortoiseshell, waiting for him on the ledge.

How he hated her. A stuck up good for nothing deputy who let his family die.

Ravenshade felt his breath rasp against his chest as he let his anger fill his every thought.

She should have been the one to die when the dogs attacked. She deserved to be mercilessly ripped to shreds, all weak and snivelling cowards do. Instead, Ravenshade had to watch as his own father’s flesh was torn into ribbons, when all she did was stand by, uselessly. Ravenshade would make her pay, he would make her feel every tooth and claw and-

He stopped.

Jumping in front of him, halting him in his tracks, was a cat he hadn’t seen since the day of the attack. He was greeted by a haunted look that painted the face of Russetflare, the same look she had given Ravenshade the last time he saw her.

That brief moment before she was swept up in the jaws of of a beast, whilst he was frozen to the ground. Whilst he stood by, uselessly.

“With this life, know, it was the same”

She spoke, but all he could hear was barking. A life flooded into him, but all he could feel was a cold numbness.

It wasn’t the same.

He was not the same!

And then, Russetflare was gone.

Ravenshade walked up to where Poppyfeather waited for him. The forest was silent, once again.

She looked at him, her face set in a calm stare, but Ravenshade still caught that glint of disgust within those amber eyes. He flashed her a grin.

“Did it hurt?” He asked, not bothering to hide his smug triumph.

“Would you like to find out?”

Suddenly Ravenshade felt claws cutting through his skin, as his eighth life tore through him. Blood blinded his sight, as he felt fierce emotions that didn’t belong to him race through his veins.

He felt a trust that wasn’t his crumble, and a rage that wasn’t his swell. And in the end, the feeling that made him sick to his stomach was one of honour. A strict urge that lay as heavy as lead in his blood, barring him from fighting with his full strength against a clanmate. A feeling that definitely wasn’t his.

Ravenshade collapsed onto dampening grass.

“You can’t kill me!” He wheezed, “You’re dead!”

Poppyfeather growled, “No, I won’t kill you. Because I know that living the way you do, will be much more painful”.

“With this life, may you be bound to your duties as a leader, so much so that your failure to keep those around safe, will cut you for your every waking moment. Never forget the price you must pay for your actions, and that your paws are always steeped in blood”

He didn’t know how long he lay there, sitting in a dark puddle, surrounded by that dark forest, body aching from this abuse from the stars. Ravenshade gazed into the sky reflected in his own bloody pool, and he saw a final cat leap down from above, here to curse him with his final life.

For the final time, Ravenshade pulled himself up, a twisted elation filling his heart. Yes, the cats of Starclan tried fight against him, hurt him, even scare him from this moment. But he knew there was nothing they could do, there was no one who could keep him from his destiny! The proof was standing there right in front of him, with a conflicted expression on her face.

Cherrystar stepped forward, and her words echoed into the night.

“Ravenshade. You have never backed down from any challenge or obstacle on your path. You’ve cut down everything and and everyone in your way and Starclan knows you could continue until every tree in this place has fallen. But as you journey down this path of carnage…”

The tabby voice trailed as the rising sun began to light up the woods, tinting Ravenshade’s fur in a bloody red hue. Cherrystar seemed to steel herself, as if bracing herself for what she was about to say.

“With this life, may you remember your loyalty. Loyalty to the clan”

She said this quietly and Ravenshade felt an unexpected calmness rush through his fur. His final life was almost… pleasant.

Cherrystar’s eyes gleamed down at him, as if she had finally come to terms with what was to be done. Above her, the morning bled into the sky, overtaking the stars, and ravens circled above, as if to celebrate the new dawn. Cherrystar continued.

“You will now be known as Ravenstar. Your old life is now behind you. When this forest rots, may you remember the roots it grew from. Because now, there’s no going back”

Cherrystar bounded off of the cliff’s edge, and into the fading starlight. The new Fallenclan leader made his way to where she had sat, overlooking the territory, and as he walked on, he felt a surge of strength in his bones as the ceremony was complete.

He no longer felt any pain, and yet blood still dripped down his face. He yowled his new name into the sky as he feels himself slipping from the dream. He did not stay for a reply. He would not have received one either.

Starclan could keep its silence for all he cared. He had withstood the might of the stars and conquered them. The new leader grinned.

Ravenstar opened his eyes.

(Note: this is the first fanfiction I’ve made in a while so sorry for typos :) anyways enjoy the mental image of Sweetclover dropping Ravenstar off a cliff lol)

(beetle note: HOLY SHIT????? oh my GOD this fic is so fucking incredible im losing it. Ravenshade only being able to see his reflection in his mother’s eyes. “when the forest rots, may you remember the roots it grew from”. oh my god)

[merylstreepsworld]

Ohh lovely! In that case, may I request headcanons on how Donna and (preferably) fem!reader got together? Maybe reader is a guest at the hotel or something like that. With reader having a huge crush on Donna if that's possible. :)

Certainly! Thank you so much for the request! If you have any more requests, feel free to drop them in my request box!

Here are headcanons about how you and Donna got together:

1. You, a guest at Donna's hotel on the picturesque island of Kalokari, first encountered Donna when checking in. Donna's warmth and welcoming smile instantly made an impression on you, leaving you with a fluttering heart.

2. It was practically love at first sight for you. Donna's radiant beauty and magnetic personality had you swooning, and you couldn't help but steal glances at Donna whenever you crossed paths.

3. You found any excuse to ask for Donna's assistance, whether it was with luggage or advice on where to explore on the island. Donna was always willing to help, and you cherished those moments.

4. Donna noticed your frequent visits to the hotel's common areas and bar. She often engaged in friendly conversations with you, learning about your interests and passions.

5. Over time, you and Donna discovered common interests, particularly a love for music. You bonded over your favorite songs and artists, and Donna even serenaded you with her beautiful voice one magical evening.

6. You started volunteering for small tasks around the hotel, like helping with decorations or organizing events, just to be closer to Donna and get to know her better.

7. You couldn't help but daydream about scenarios where Donna might return your feelings, and these daydreams often involved romantic walks on the beach, shared laughter, and heartfelt conversations.

8. Both you and Donna were hesitant to admit your feelings. You shared knowing smiles and lingering touches, but it took a heart-to-heart conversation for you to acknowledge the undeniable attraction between you. You would often blush or stutter in Donna's presence, making it apparent to anyone with a keen eye that they had a crush

9. Donna's friends and coworkers at the hotel would tease her about your infatuation, causing her to chuckle and playfully deny any knowledge of it.

10. Donna, while initially oblivious to your crush, began to sense your growing affection. She found herself looking forward to your interactions and appreciating your presence at the hotel.

11. The island's enchanting moonlit nights became the backdrop for your late-night strolls along the beach. Under the starry sky, you shared your dreams, hopes, and secrets, forging a deep connection.

12. It was during a starlit beach walk that Donna's hand slipped into yours, her fingers entwining with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The connection between you both was undeniable.

13. One special evening, Donna invited you to join her for a private dinner on the terrace overlooking the sea. The intimacy of the setting allowed your feelings for each other to flourish, and a shared kiss under the moonlit sky sealed your attraction.

14. From that moment on, you and Donna became inseparable. You explored the island together, danced under the stars, and enjoyed each other's company in ways that made your bond unbreakable

15. Donna planned surprise romantic date nights for you, including candlelit dinners, stargazing on the beach, and even a private boat ride at sunset.

16. On a quiet afternoon, while watching the waves lap against the shore, Donna confessed her love to you. The words came naturally, as if they had been written in the sands of Kalokari itself. "I love you."

17. As your love deepened, you decided to make Kalokari your permanent home. Donna welcomed you with open arms, and together, you built a life filled with love, laughter, and unforgettable moments.

18. Sophie, Donna's daughter, was your biggest cheerleader. She encouraged your budding relationship and couldn't have been happier for her mom and you.

19. Together, you continued to explore the island, creating countless memories as you navigated the challenges and joys of your newfound relationship.

20. Deep down, you believe that Donna is the one who makes Kalokari the paradise it is, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

[rudie-wr1tes]

Endless Passion- A Sandman Fan Fiction

X. Reverie

Synopsis: On a bright morning in the Dreaming, Sabine meets the acquaintance of Morpheus's most recent creation. The creature seems innocent, but it makes Sabine wonder if she knows more than she lets on.

  The sound of mourning doves and the fluttering of wings stirred Sabine from her rest, as gentle golden daylight crept through from the edges of her bedroom. She was perfectly splayed out on the sheets, blankets and pillows scattered on the floor. She slowly rose, sitting at the edge of her bed. Oddly enough, she felt more energized. In her apartment, she would spend an extra hour in bed just to rot, but here- here something was recharged within her. She noticed the plumerias from her floating vases had disappeared, and were replaced with light blue hydrangeas- another favorite of hers. She began to wonder if that would change daily, as she walked across the room. 

A rolling rattle activated within the wall across from her, as she noticed a fireplace coming to life on the empty wall. It was a graceful thing, carved with two sirens on either side. Waves and strange, medieval looking sea creatures swept across the crest of the hearth. She shook her head. 

“He is done for.” She muttered, sitting in front of the toasty fire, “Trying to win my affections to a lifetime in this pretty place.” 

As she curled by the fire, there was a knock to her chamber door. She quickly approached, snatching a fluffier robe that seemed to appear out of thin air on a coat rack. She was five seconds from opening the door when a glass peep hole formed in the starlit surface. She flinched back, to lean in again. 

An unmanned handcart appeared on the other side, with a tea pot and sealed food packages on its surface. Of course she wasn’t going to let it get cold, the woman was starving. 

As she opened the door, the wooden cart moved past her, nearly running over her toes. 

“Hello?” She stammered, trying not to laugh, “What are you?” 

The teapot floated on its own, pouring a steaming cup of french sipping chocolate for her, before sliding back down in its proper place. Sabine’s jaw dropped. 

“.... Is marriage out of the question?” She remarked to herself, soon reaching for a little tin full of cream. 

“I can make myself a bowl of cereal just fine, you know.” She muttered to no one, taking a rather large sip of it out. She melted, tapping her feet against the floor at the rich flavor. And to think it was only the beginning of her time here- an eternity of hot chocolate and invisible wait staff would mean heaven for the rest of her days. 

There came a tapping on the glass doors to her balcony. Sabine turned with an upper lip full of chocolate, soon scrubbing it off with the back of her palm. It was Matthew, who waited patiently. And as she opened the door to him, she couldn’t help but to smile and think of Edgar Allen Poe so fondly. 

“Morning!” Matthew croaked, “How are you feeling?” 

“Good morning, Matthew!” Sabine smiled, “I am feeling juts fine now… My cut is nearly healed.” 

“Ah, that’s great.” Matthew honked, “I’m glad to see you adjusting. Dream is still on to see you this afternoon and told me to remind you.” 

Sabine rolled her eyes, “Yes, of course. I can’t forget about the Lord of dreams and trying to bribe my affections.” 

Matthew opened his beak, but soon shut ut into a small chuckle, “He genuinely does feel bad to keep you here, you know.” 

Sabine crossed her arms, “I know he does. He’s doing so much for me and… Frankly…” She looked back at her beautiful room to see the bed had been made automatically on its own, “I find myself receptive to it. He even gave me my hot chocolate this morning.” 

“Oh, that’s not all he’s giving you.” Matthew said in a smug tone, “I’d like to stay and chat, but there’s someone who’s been wanting to meet you!” 

“Me?” Sabine inquired, “And just who may that be?” 

“Matthew!” A smaller squawk echoed, “Matthew I’m almost here, I’m- Woah!” 

There was a crash of white feathers into a portion of Sabine’s moon garden. Her eyes widened slightly, as Matthew let out a groan. 

“... Here we go.” He muttered, hopping off th balcony to aid his apprentice. 

In the mix of dirt, leaves, and white flowers was a dust ridden albino raven. A female, younger than Matthew, who sneezed dirt out of her beak and coughed. 

“Oh, gosh, the dirt here tastes terrible too!” a warm, innocent voice stammered out of her beak, “I thought it would be something magical since this is just a dream realm, but my goodness! It’s just plain old dirt!” 

Matthew scoffed in annoyance, his feathers puffing up.

Sabine squatted down and helped the creature out of the mess. 

“Well, what did you think it was going to taste like?” Sabine asked curiously. 

“I don’t know! Something like oreo dust,” She shrugged her wings softly, “Like those worm cups they make for kids in preschool with gummies in them.” 

 Matthew plucked a leaf off from the top of her head, sighing. 

“And I told you to watch your landings.” Matthew struck an impatient tone, “You’ll bust a bone, and then what will become of you?” 

“Have you broken anything?” Sabine asked, sweeping the dirt off of her feathers. 

“Oh, no, just my own pride.” The white raven said sheepishly, “Especially in front of you, lady.”

As she flicked the dirt off of her feathers, Matthew nudged her. 

“Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” Matthew asked, seemingly annoyed by his apprentice. 

Sabine only smiled, waiting patiently. 

“What’s that?” She squaked, “Oh! Please forgive me, lady-” she cleared her throat, bowing with her wings, “Good morning, my name is Evangeline. I am a raven that was created by Lord Morpheus to be your personal messenger and guide!” 

“Hello, Evangeline.” Sabine greeted, “It’s nice to meet you.” 

“Oh, you’re right, Matthew!” Evangeline beamed, “She is lovely! My name sounds prettier when she says it!” 

Sabine laughed softly, letting Evangeline perch on her fingertips, “You’re even lovlier. It’s my great grandmother’s name you have.” 

“You don’t say!” Evangline said bashuflly, “Well, I’ll tell you this. It wasn’t the name I was born with! You see, I was just like Matthew here-” Matthew seemed annoyed at this tibit of information. 

“I was human too!” Evangleine’s blue eyes brightened, “And I was a human in the waking world! I was dying of cancer one minute, and I remember watching my family over me, and the next I was flying through the air and stars, and I was here! And he let me pick my own name. Oh, I always wanted something pretty and heavenly like Evangeline. I’ve never felt freer, so when Lord Morpheus gave me this chance, I had to say yes! I can’t fail him, or you now!” 

“Not until you improve your flight patters.” Matthews frowning tone interrupted her, “She will be closer to you in due time, but for now I’m on flight training duties with this one. She will have a more in depth judgment of the Dreaming as a whole for you to reference.” 

“That’s amazing.” Sabine said in awe, “Thank you, Matthew. When do you think she will be done with her training?” 

“That depends on how far we get today.” Matthew answered. 

“I can’t help it.” Evangeline pouted, “I’ve only had these wings for a day, you know.” 

“She does make a point.” Sabine said in a reassuring tone. Matthew clicked his beak. 

“We should go.” Matthew said, “Lucienne’s sorting books out now whenever you want to head over and visit. She always claims she doesn’t need help, but…” 

Sabine nodded, “I know exactly what you mean. She could use the company?” 

“Exactly.” Matthew said, “Allright, Evangeline, let’s hop off here.” 

“Okay!” Evangaline chirped, “Well, I am so happy to meet you Sabine. I hope my training goes fast so I can see you again soon!” 

“You too!” Sabine smiled.

“Oh, I can’t wait to learn.” Evangeline beamed, stepping onto the balcony, “I love it here. Come on Matthew, you promised to show me Fiddler’s Green!” 

Matthew shot an irritated look toward Sabine’s way, as Evangeline was the first to fly off. 

“You’re having the time of your life, aren’t you?” Sabine remarked. 

“She’s green.” Matthew sighed, “And I’m trying to be patient, and it’s hard.” 

“I’m sure it was like that for you too, once.” Sabine reassured, “But you’re doing great. I know it’ll work out.” 

“I know, I know.” Matthew groaned, “She’s just got too much energy for me, personally.” 

Sabine giggled, “Are you regretting my stay here?” 

“... Not even in the slightest.” Matthew said with a smile in his voice, “Hang on, I gotta keep her from crashing into the gargoyles here. They’re not the friendliest.” He checked below him, “Hey! Eva! Keep your distance from there, you’re going to get eaten by one of those damn things!” 

Sabine watched as he banked down to help the younger raven, finding more questions than answers in regards to Lord Morpheus. 

As she finished her sipping chocolate (by some miracle that remained warm) with her croissant, she opened her grandfather’s wardrobe to find it looking shockingly average to the real thing- space spreading horizontally, instead of inwards. A handful of items lined the racks with felt hangers- one being the outfit she escaped the Corinthian in- perfectly washed and pressed, free of bloodshed. The second was her night slip and robe, as she pushed past them, a soft mint colored dress ran across her fingertips. The scoop necked thing was plush to the touch. The waist was decorated with a light layer of lace and buttons, cinching exactly at the smallest point of her figure. Small trims of lace framed the three quarter sleeves. She smiled to herself, taking it off the rack. It was one of her original designs from a notebook a year prior. Beneath the dress was a pair of eggshell colored flats, like the ones she missed at home. 

As tempted as she was to run off without makeup, a single glance by the mirror convoluted her judment, as she found her makeup arenal to be overpowered. 

“I could get used to this,” She smiled to herself. 

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Evangeline dragged her wings away from the window of the mortal woman who was to be her patron. Matthew had begrudingly steered the young corvid from stone jaws of hungry gargoyles on the southern side of Dream’s palace. In the light, she could swear she saw sweat forming at the top of his beak. The oil spill hues of his feathered coat shone brightly, as they banked to the left in flight together. 

“You need to be more careful.” Matthew advised, “I know you might think I’m being a hard ass, but I am for a reason!” 

“I’m sorry.” Evangeline faltered shyly, “I just got so excited. Sabine is so pretty, and she’s so nice. She’s like a disney princess on that balcony.” 

“I’ll tell you this, it’s far from disney with those two,” Matthew shrugged off, “This may be the realm of dreams and nightmares. But I’m still trying to piece together hy he’s keeping her around. And I know there might be something he isn’t owning up to.” 

Evangeline looked back at Sabine through her windows, at her vanity. Eva watched, as she put on her eyeliner with a precise hand, a learned hand that left a feline flick at the outer corner of her doe eyes. 

“Do you think he fancies her?” Evangeline blurted aloud, “Like it’s one of those things… What are they called? The revelation people run from but always seems to happen anyways?” 

“A prophecy?” Matthew corrected. 

“Yes, that!” Evangleine beamed, “That exactly! Maybe that’s why he’s quiet about her.” 

Matthew paused. There was a reason that Evangleine was created. At first, he only assumed she was juts some lucky kid with a second chance at life. He oversaw her creation- watching her in the window of a hospital room with chords and fluids tied into her. Two weary parents stood beside her in her final moments. He remembered the sound of their cries of agony, as Death welcomed her with a gentle hand to the face and a reassuring smile. 

There was a part of him that ached. She had no chance in the waking world, sickness had ruined that for her before her life could even begin. He was angry about that. He was angry at first being assigned to training her how to fly, but wanted to be the only person who could. Matthew stood no chance of surviving in his cruelty as a human. But here, he could at least try and protect her from it. He was angry with Morpheus, despite his reasons. But it seemed she knew more than she let on. But maybe, he considered, Evangeline was a fresh, innocent pair of eyes examining a situation Matthew had seen unraveling. After learning of Morpheus’s unfortunate track record with love, it wouldn’t be out of the question. He paused a moment, wondering if that was actually the case, even after joking about it. He hadn’t been that defensive about someone… Well, ever. Except in aiding in Calliope’s escape. 

Matthew shook his head and sighed, “We have work to do. There’s a lot you need to learn…” 

“I think it would be so romantic.” Evangeline delighted in a near whisper, “I can see it now. He’s very lonely. Otherwise, why would he make such a pretty room for her? Friends wouldn’t leave fresh cut flowers in a lady’s bedroom every morning-” 

“And I don’t need you getting all swooney on me either!” Matthew cut her daydreams short with a sharper tone, “I need you to stay focused!”

“Yes, Matthew.” She snickered. 

“We will land in a few minutes, there in the field.” Matthew instrucrted, “I can tell you’re getting tired.” 

Evangeline was quiet. He began to worry. 

She was looking at the skies above their heads- many changing, glimmering with different colors spanned across the horizon. 

“This is the best first day of existence I’ve ever had.” She observed, looking back at him, “thank you, Uncle Matthew.” 

Matthew’s nerves eased at such a term of endearment. They had barely known each other for a day. And he slowly realized- perhaps she wasn't just there for Sabine.

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Hi, yes, I made another OC for this fanfic, and I would commit arson for Evangeline.

Happy Easter to my readers who celebrate!

[smellydragonmommy]

CW for farts kink and other smelly things

Got a fantasy stuck in my head where I'm a biiiig fucking dragon slumbering over my hoard and a little tiny bunny girl thief trespasses, thinking she can take whatever she wants from the sleeping beast, as long as she's careful not to wake me. As she approaches, the first thing to hit her is a wave of my stench. centuries of unwashed blazing hot dragon sweat rams into her like a train, nearly knocking her out from a single whiff. But, she soldiers on, convinced she can tough it out if she holds her breath long enough. Getting closer, my stink is getting worse and worse and worse. Her plan to hold her breath fails immediately and all she can do is pant for breath, sucking in air but its all tainted by my essence. She doesn't even realise when her mind snaps, and my stink becomes the thing that drives her forward. She continues her approach, no longer focused on gold or gems, but on getting closer to my heavenly smell, that only seconds ago had disgusted her. As my tail lazily shifts in my sleep, she sees something that may as well have been the most valuable thing in the world to the newly corrupted bunny bitch. My rank, sweaty, draconic asshole. The bunny girl drops to her knees as soon as she reaches her treasure, my disgusting hole, bigger and wider than even she is. Throwing herself into huffing my buttmusk and licking the grime and sweat from it. If her mind wasn't broken already from just a few diluted whiffs, it surely would have from this pure, unfiltered source of her new addiction. As she throws all she has into her worship of my asshole, messing her panties with her girlcum from just a few huffs. She fails to notice that she hears a rumbling from my guts. Caused by her ministrations to my most sensitive area. A bellowing, forceful BRRRRRPPPFFRRRTT rips directly into her face, wrecking her nose and brain 1000 times harder than even my musk had. She's instantly in love. For hours on end, all she can do is huff farts and asshole musk as she licks and licks and licks and licks. When I finally awake from my slumber, I can feel, straight away, the licks and groping at my butthole. I crane my neck to see just what creature has decided to worship my ass this time. A tiny bunny bitch, nose deep into my dirtiest hole, huffing away as she has one paw wrapped around her cock, jerking away to my disgusting scents. "A thief?" I say. "Come to steal from my hoard did you? I bet your mind broke in moments. A fitting punishment for even thinking about taking from ME. Your entire purpose in life from now is to be my musk slut, addicted to your new dragon goddess, and EVERYTHING she has to give you." She lets out a moan in eager agreement as she inhales another fart, her cock weakly spurting an orgasm onto a gorgeous starlit jewel on the ground beneath her. In another life, this jewel would have made her rich beyond her dreams, if she had stolen it from a much less stinkier dragon.

[little-peril-stories]

Find the Word Tag

Thank you @starlit-hopes-and-dreams for tagging me (in this post) to find the words thoughtless, tears, truth, and trace!

Gently tagging (no pressure ever): @i-can-even-burn-salad, @clairelsonao3, @keeper-of-all-the-random-things, OPEN TAG

Your words: drown, drink, drip, drill

All of these are from The Queen of Lies, which is getting attention from mom again now that TPOT isn’t taking up my brain power. Huzzah!

Thoughtless

What had he been thinking, for god’s sake, letting her drop a message? Letting her get involved? How stupid was he? Everyone else knew it. They’d told him time and time again. Idiot. Reckless. Foolhardy. Impulsive. Thoughtless. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid—

Tears

She laughed, weepy but genuine, and it was beautiful. It brought him back from that fuzzy, floating realm of rage that seemed to exist outside of time and space, that turned the world white and red and black and made his thoughts go hazy and made him just want to scream and lash out and make the pain and the people causing it go away. That laugh, even thick and choked with tears, grounded him. Reminded him of why he’d been so pissed off in the first place. Who he’d been so desperate to protect.

Truth (uuuhhhhh this one might stay in? in some form, probably)

How could she ever explain the truth to him, of all people? Impossible.

Trace (enjoy now! it's from the ending that will 100% be cut and entirely rewritten)

She caught her reflection in the mirror over her vanity. There she was—chestnut waves now dried and brushed into glossiness, pulled back so demurely in a long braid as it was every night in preparation for sleep. Brown eyes wide, brimming with the opportunities the key had unlocked, the possibilities the night now held. Two pink lines along her cheek, almost perfectly parallel. Her fingers still trembled as she reached up to trace the lines, as those same fingertips had once traced lines of ink along someone else’s skin.

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Word Find Tag

I was tagged by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and to celebrate finishing the second part of my WIP, I'm gonna do this with Till Death :) Fun fact: Except for shift, each of those had exactly one result! :D

My words: shift, soothe, secret, support, and suspicious

Your words: cold, chance, cruel, crude and cut

I'm gonna tag (no pressure) @sam-glade @verkja @serotoninshift

Shift

The chorus of angry voices roiled around Finnian like the nausea in his gut. He peeked through his fingers, wondering if he’d be able to get up and make a run for it before it was too late. Attempting to shift his weight sent stabbing pain through his head, and another kick to his stomach drove the air from his lungs. He most definitely would not.

Soothe

Eilis’ hand on his cheek vanished, to be replaced with a wet rag, dabbing at the dried blood on his skin. Finnian let himself drift on the waves of pain and exhaustion. Sometimes, her touch soothed him, washing away dirt and grime. Then she reached another cut, another patch of burned skin, and it was all he could do not to scream. 

Secret

Seconds passed, and he did nothing but look at her. Eilis forced a smile onto her lips, secretly glad that she couldn’t promise that everything was going to be all right. It was a miracle he was still alive, and she not skilled enough in medicine to be confident she could keep it that way.

Support

The sound of heavy steps on the stairs made her wince, but the light that came with them was a relief. She turned around, pressing herself against the wall as she took in her surroundings. She was in a small room with a low ceiling. The floor and most of the walls were solid clay, supported by weathered wooden beams. Only the wall at her back was made from rough, irregular bricks, cool and slightly moist to the touch.

Suspicious Suspicion

Finnian watched with a smile on his lips how she struggled to keep the goat from running straight towards the stable, cart in tow. It was the big, black one Finnian found slightly intimidating. Some days, he followed Eilis around like a dog, and Finnian could have sworn the animal regarded him with suspicion.

[sam-glade]

Find the Words Tag

Tagged by @cheeto-flavoured-pasta here and @i-can-even-burn-salad here. Thank you 💜

And I'll pass it gently to: @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @chayscribbles @chauceryfairytales @zestymimblo - your words are: star, sun, light, dark.

Looking at Gifts of Fate, since I've got it at hand, and I'm SO CLOSE to being done with editing.

From @cheeto-flavoured-pasta: side, sound, heart, and utter

SIDE

The downpour started when they were half way to Beetletun. The ground turned to mud, and the leaves of the bushes that crawled up the sides of the causeway drooped heavy with water. No wonder that there was nobody else in sight, on the road or in the fields stretching to either side of it. Lissan walked with his head held low, blinking away rivulets that ran from his temples. His hood and jacket soaked through in minutes, and water had gathered in his boots and sloshed with every step.

SOUND

Marrik screamed when something started moving inside the rupture, black against black. He choked on the scream when the head of a grotesque monster emerged. Its body followed, cloven hooves clawing at the edge of the opening. It fell to the ground from a height that would have easily killed a person, and picked itself back up as if it was nothing. Even at a distance of over fifty paces, it looked enormous. A bull, Lissan thought, his heart pounding, his breath quick and shallow. It was twisted, and corrupted, and repulsively wrong, but its shape and features, and the way it stomped its legs, still resembled an irate bull. Lissan wanted to laugh at how the comparison made a normal bull into a creature as docile as a newborn kitten. The sound that escaped him was more of a whimper. He clamped his jaw shut.

HEAT

The herbalist’s hut was a lonesome little thing on the other side of the Lord’s Woods. The trees had always surrounded it in a motherly embrace, sheltering it from summer’s heat and the biting winds of winter. Now, six years after Old Barran’s passing, hazels and rowans encroached on the herb garden and the modest yard.

UTTER (while searching for it, I discovered that I use 'mutter' too much)

“I would have heard it easily, Princeling.” Ianim shot him a glare over the old, old nickname. Fair enough, Gullin supposed they had a third wheel with them. He offered a small, apologetic shrug. Ianim waved his hand. “Sure, but you’re the most powerful Sword of Air in our generation, and Lissan—” “Apparently channels Air,” Gullin finished. He sympathised with the kid on that front — having one’s senses honed to the extreme was an utter nuisance at times. He heard the conversations around each table in the pub, and he was able to make them out if he focused. He smelled each steaming plate that came out of the kitchen. He could also see in the dark, detect the movement of air and minute changes in temperature. It was the perfect knack for a whisper agent, back when he dabbled in the information trade, and now for a Sword in the Intelligence and Internal Security Corps.

~*~

From @i-can-even-burn-salad: grief, grow, game, gasp.

GRIEF GRIEVANCE

“Then what is it, lad?” Resigned, he told Zevan everything. Almost everything. Once he’d started talking, he struggled to stop. He poured out all of his grievances against the Usurper and vented his worries. Zevan nodded along, attentive, smiling comfortingly.

GROW

Within a couple of minutes, movement appeared in the fallow fields and on the forest floor. As Catnip released her powers, animals gathered around her — two foxes, a handful of hares, various rodents, and little birds. Ianim watched, fascinated like a child, and Gullin didn’t fault him for that. Catnip and her ever-growing menagerie were a wonder.

GAME

“Perhaps we can start with a game of chess, my prince?” Ianim froze. This was his sister’s game, and as with everything else she’d attempted, she excelled at it. He knew the rules of course, but the one time the First Prince had seen him playing with Master Claren — in a desperate effort to maybe not impress her but prove to her that he wasn’t utterly inept — she took one look at the board and walked out of the room, an icy gust sweeping after her.

GASP

He didn’t want to die. He refused to. He couldn’t die. He had to make sure that Marrik and Adya made it home, that the groceries were kept dry enough in his basket, that his father got back home later in the evening. The monster didn’t care. Lissan moved his arm out of the way of the teeth in the nick of time and pounded on its snout. Its jaw hit him on the chest. He gasped for air, ground his teeth, and hit it again. It only irritated the demon more.

[hepaidattention]

caves

Kie said they lived in a cave together, and i took it as very specifically just them, so I had to write this.

sleeping in caves was never something Kie thought she'd ever find herself doing. It was especially not something she thought she'd find herself getting used to, let alone finding it comforting in a weird way.

the sound of the waves clashing against the rocks and shore was her white noise, and the sound of her best friend's steady breathing was her peace of mind. sure, they were all trapped on an deserted island with little chance of ever finding a way back home, but they were alive. they all breathed the same air, they all ate the same food, they all laughed at the same jokes, and they all lived as one. they were a family. and the sound of air leaving and entering their lungs brought her so much peace, knowing they were here, always here, even when hope felt lost sometimes.

sleeping was hard for her, no matter how much comfort she found in hearing them breathe. don't get her wrong, the sight of the wide open, starlit sky was never a view she could get tired of. yet, it wasn't something she likes to see when trying to fall asleep. she normally loved looking out into the never ending ocean, or gazing up into the abyss of a sky. however, when she was trying to sleep, it only reminded her of how small they were, and how little and insignificant things are often forgotten. Kie didn't want to be forgotten. she wanted to be found, she wanted to be saved, she wanted to make a difference.

yet, sometimes being stuck here forever wasn't so bad. at least she had her friends by her side.

"fuck off, you jackass of a…" JJ muttered in his sleeve. he was sound asleep, right at Kie's side. he didn't seem to leave her side much now and days and she wouldn't deny that she loved every second of it. sometimes she thought to herself, "if I have to be stuck here forever, at least I have JJ." sometimes she even thinks about leaving this island, and knowing if they ever go home, everything will change again. then she decides this island forever sounds like paradise - because she doesn't want things to change between them again.

every night, when everyone huddles by the fire and falls asleep to the glow of the night sky, Kie stays awake wondering about her parents, her school, her old life. she needs solitude to find peace of mind. so one night after everyone fell asleep, she got up and walked to the cave everyone retreated to in the hottest days or the stormiest ones. she laid down on the cool, sandy ground and closed her eyes. however, her eyes shot open moments later to see JJ walking up into the cave beside her.

"hey," he whispered, concern written over his features.

"hey," she said back, a small smile in return.

"couldn't sleep either, huh?"

her smile grew a little bigger and she shook her head no. he sat down beside her, arms propping up his upper half as his legs laid out in front of him. she sat up beside him, holding her legs to her chest as she said, "sometimes everything's just too … big, you know? freaks me out. gets me thinking so much I start spiraling."

"I get that. can't say I blame ya."

"what about you?" she nudged his shoulder with her own, "what's keeping you awake?"

he shrugged, and the way his shoulders moved and his gaze drifted off, she realized there was something significant bothering him. but this was JJ, he would never admit that. so, he said, "Pope's snorings got me thinking I'm being chased by some kind of rabid bear just about every time I enter any kinda dream state." He added a little smirk to his lips, giving her the quickest of grins when he met her gaze. God it made her want to kiss him. but how do you tell your best friend you want to kiss them? she's been asking herself that for ages now. being friends with a bunch of boys who all had crushes on her was always fine with her because she never had any interest in liking them back. yet, JJ just kind of snuck up on her. he hit on her time and time again when they were younger and Kie always blew him off - but then one day he just kinda stopped, and suddenly she realized just how much she hated not having it. and when his attention went to other girls, she found herself often getting more and more upset about him flirting with them. it wasn't before long that she realized she liked him, she was just too stubborn to notice it when he was right in front of her offering himself up.

God, then she just decided it was just her. she just liked all the guys. it wasnt just a JJ thing, she just loved them all so much that sometimes lines got blurred. she could kiss any of these boys and it would all make sense in some kind of way. John B kissed her and she thought fuck, I hated that. then Pope confessed his feelings and she thought fuck, I really hated that. and all of those reasons for hating it was because it wasn't JJ kissing her or confessing his undying love for her and that really made her angry. so, she went for it. Pope liked her, she loved Pope, and love was love right? only, it wasn't, and after her biggest mistake, she could think of only one person despite trying everything not to. it didn't matter who she kissed, she always just wished it was JJ and she hated herself for it even more because JJ was an idiot. he did stupid shit all the time and got himself into stupid shit all the freaking time and god he drove her absolutely insane and yet she didn't want to spend another day without him beside her ever again.

so here he was, watching the waves beat across the shore and the moon cast a light on the beach in a special way, and she silently prayed to herself that he didn't leave her. she scooted to his side and she noticed the look he was making. it was the one that usually said shit I wish I had some weed right now. one he always made when he wanted to punch something or do something reckless because he was just so tired and he felt so broken and all she could ever do was share a joint with him and give him a hug. but now, now he was just forced to live in silence with his thoughts.

she thought about asking him what was wrong, but she knew he'd just lie and say he was hunky dory or some shit. so she grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers together tight. he looked down at their hands like the sight was something of a dream, and then he met her eyes and his expression said everything. no matter how far away JJ ran, he could never escape his ghosts. Kie said nothing, she just laid her head onto his shoulder, and together they looked out into the moonlit waters.

they fell asleep in that cave that night, Kie lying on his chest, his arms tightly wound around her like she was his safety blanket. they woke up the next morning and said nothing about it, yet every night after that they found themselves back in that cave, sleeping beside each other, needing each other's presence to feel safe and secure.

and that brought her back to the present, JJ jumping in his sleep, and Kie staring up at the ceiling of the cave thinking about him the same way she hasn't been able to stop thinking about him since they got on this beach.

JJ flinched and Kiara jumped a little, his spasming a little more lively than most nights. the only nights JJ ever slept soundly was when she slept close to him - holding his hand, hugging him, his head resting on her stomach. but she couldn't allow that to be a regular thing, she only did that when he was visibly upset or when his nightmares woke him up. if she allowed them to cuddle every night, well Kie would start to lose her composure every time he took off his shirt to go for a swim right in front of her. she already struggled, good God he was beautiful.

"Stop," JJ shrieked in his sleep. "Please, please stop," he whimpered. Her heart pounded hard in her chest and she looked over to see tears running down his sleeping face. Kie thought about waking him up, but he had nightmares almost every night - sometimes she thought he deserved sleep over escape from his dreams. she never knew which was better for him, but she usually still caved and woke him anyway. "No mom, please," he cried. Kie couldn't do it anymore. She reached for his arm but before she even made contact, JJ lunged forward in a bellowing cry. Kie quickly followed behind him and she saw his eyes open now, his cry turning into a sob, his face falling into his hands, his hands falling into his knees.

"shh, shhh," Kiara wrapped her arm around him, her chin resting on his shoulder as she massaged his back in soft circular motions. "it's okay, Jayj, it was just a dream," she said soothingly. "it's okay, I'm here. you're safe." He blindly grabbed her hand then, his grip tight. she placed a gentle, butterfly kiss on his shoulder blade. "you’re safe."

after a moment of JJ pulling himself back together, he wiped the tears from his face and gave her that soft little grin he assigned just for her. "You okay?" She asked.

"you don't gotta worry about ol' JJ. just haven't got the whole sleepin' peacefully thing down yet. work in progress."

"wanna talk about it?" She knew the answer, but she always asked.

"nah, just dreaming about that damn rabid bear again, nothing too severe." He wiped his eyes and sat up straight, breaking Kie from her hold on him.

"Jayj," she said softly, "it didn't sound like you were dreaming about bears."

"Yeah?" He was poking his finger in the sand now, drawing squares with his index finger and ovals with his thumb. "what'd it sound like then?"

"Well, you said mom at one point."

"gotta admit, that's a pretty weird name for a bear."

"JJ,"

"Kie," he looked at her like nothing ever happened, his shoulder shrugging his concerns away. "I'm fine now, alright? I don't even remember dreamin' at this point - that's how dreams go, ain't it? go in one ear and out the next, or somethin' like that."

"okay," She accepted defeat. JJ hardly ever even opened up to John B, and they've been friends much longer than she can even imagine. she had go let JJ come to her, she couldn't push or he would just run away.

Kie laid back down then, lying on her back to look up at nothing but cave and dirt. JJ laid back down too, but he went back down on his side and he faced away from her. he really thought she couldn't hear him as he sniffled to himself in the silence. Kie didn't even let him say anything as she wrapped her arm around his torso, her face pressed up against his shoulder again. JJ held her hand in his. they fell asleep like that, their bodies intertwined together until the sun broke the horizon, waking them up before everyone else wondered where they'd gone.

waking up was nothing new, finding JJs head lying on her stomach and her hand laced in his hair was a regular position nowadays. she combed through his hair without thought of her actions, sometimes twirling some of his strands around her index finger, her thumb brushing against his neck.

"How do you feel about a mornin' swim?" JJ voiced, awake on Kie's stomach unbeknownst to her. she never knew he could be that still. he lifted himself up and hovered over her, a grin on his face as big as the ocean itself. "c'mon, I'll beat you to it," JJ bounded up, peeling off his shirt and looking at her with wild hair. "well? you comin' or what?" He teased, racing to the beach before she could even fully stand.

"hey, cheater! you didn't even say go!" she called out after him, uncontrollably smiling from ear to ear as she watched him shout out his normal cheers before crashing into the waves.

Kie realized on this island, she wasn't sure when, but she realized at one point that she loved every single one of these idiots, and there was no doubt about it. but her love for JJ was different. there was more to it. she wanted more. she felt more and it was overwhelming sometimes, but it was also exhilarating. she loved JJ, but not like she loved John B or Pope or Sara, she loved him with parts of her heart she didn't even know could love. and she didn't know how to tell him she loved him more than she's ever loved anything before, without scaring him away. love, commitment, those were things JJ often refused to accept. he didn't think he deserved them. she guessed it was up to her to change his mind.

Kie took off her shorts, wearing just her bathing suit, and ran out into the ocean. she jumped onto JJ's back in the water and brought them both down to crash into the waves, laughing the entire way down.

the end

(yes I know they all had a sort of cave in s3 but I like to imagine jiara had their own shhhh)

[xbadnews]

we have to live , i don’t care how . || @softersinned

the word 'we' strikes Percy, perhaps a bit too hard. It left him with an ache in his chest, a careful sort of fear reserved only for the future.

Percy liked being a 'we' with Astoria. it had been a difficult concept to grasp at first, but it still was some days. Astoria was lethal, inevitable & exquisite. Astoria could be anyone she pleased, he was sure. there was something ferocious in her survival. She had the sort of power that people waited their whole life coveting, the sort of power they were lucky to encounter even once. Percy was erratic, beckoning death to meet him around every corner.

there was so much world to see, so many things to do. it was a fitting image in Percy's head; Astoria experiencing life at her leisure, enjoying it by her definition. It is more difficult, however, to see himself doing the same. Percy had always functioned under the understanding that she was stronger than he was. The understanding that he was going to die. he'd never been able to visualize a long life, the future was always immediate. it made it easier to live with himself.

but with Astoria, sometimes he wondered what the long-term might look like. it was an easy dream to become lost in. It was like a wave, pulling him from the shore of reality into every potential starlit future. maybe he could grow old with her, if he made it that long. but first, they had to live through it all. Percy knew Astoria would make it - she had to. but he couldn't say the same about himself.

"We both know you'll make it, dear. " his words are a touch too honest, his wording careful. " you aren't exactly the dying type. "

[dogmomwrites]

Find the Words!

This tag came from @new-royston-cursebreakers, so thank you for including me in this game!

I'm gonna pass it along with soft tags to @saltysupercomputer, @smol-feralgremlin, and @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, as well a keeping it an open tag! Your words will be harbinger, reserve, viscera, lunge, and note. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were page, double, coast, steal, and flight. These excerpts were taken from the first two books of my fantasy series.

Page (Castle 1)

“This is amazing,” Nuka whispered, his tone reverent. His green eyes were shining in the light of the torch, which was sputtering in protest to having been dropped on the steps. “A dragon.”

“A dragon?” Arial asked, somewhat skeptical. Dragons had been myth for years. They were wiped out, extinct. Fictional terrors found only in the pages of a book. Yet she couldn’t deny what she’d just seen.

“A…dragon,” Marrick said. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. What was a dragon doing so far under their home? How had it come to be locked away?

Double (Castle 1) Double rows of needle-sharp teeth lined its jaws, and it snapped at everything that was near its face, including its own tail. Its large eyes were on either side of its bald head, furthering its resemblance to an overgrown chicken, but in place of a beak, it had a blunt snout with slit nostrils on the end. Recoiling from Tobias’ light, it spun around and landed a solid blow to the stone beside him.

“Cover your eyes,” Tobias yelled, his voice almost drowned out by the creature’s screeching.

A brilliant flash of white light filled the tunnel and the creature shrieked in startled pain. It stumbled, trying to find its hole and escape the burning brightness, but Tobias pinned it down. He approached as it thrashed and placed his hand on it, draining its energy.

Cast (Castle 2)

Fire burned all around. Then he was running through a castle, but it wasn’t Telenar. Then darkness swooped in. There was something in the sky, something that cast a huge shadow. Then a woman stood in the middle of a woods clearing, angry, her eyes blazing. A man stood in front of her, someone Red had never seen before.

The visions jumped, going faster and faster so all he could see were flashes.

Chase was beside him, his face streaked with blood and grime. His glorious mane was coated in blood. Then he felt a cool night breeze and saw the ocean ahead of him in the light of a full moon. Seen was sitting with his back to a stone wall, tears in his eyes as he looked up at Red. Blue’s hands were tied above him—he hung from the ceiling and he was unconscious, close to death, with blood streaking from multiple injuries. Ryder was screaming.

Steal (Castle 1)

“You must be one of the newcomers.” He looked Nightwish up and down. “I can tell by your accent.”

The young tom by Nightwish’s side huffed. “Only by that, of course.”

“You’d best watch your tone, young kit.” Old Tom stared down at his son. “Respect your elders.”

“You also tell me not to steal, yet you just had your paw in that mixing bowl.”

Old Tom flicked his ears and gave his chest a few quick licks in embarrassment. “I did no such thing.”

“You also tell me not to lie—”

“Oh, all right! That’s enough. Mercy, I plead mercy!”

The cat preened, waving his tail. His smugness radiated off of him. “Got you again.”

Old Tom stuck his ears out sideways, which made him look rather goofy. “Out with you, Roo, or you’ll pull another over on me.”

Flight (Castle 2)

She shrieked and twisted, and he lunged forward to close his jaws on her wing. Bones crunched. He tasted blood. Galewen screeched. They landed, and everything went black for several seconds.

Tunnels collapsed under their combined weight. Looking around, he saw they were near to the humans once more, although too far for him to know if anyone was hurt or not.Galewen’s wing flopped as she tried in vain to get elevation. Her rage outmatched the pain. Streaks of red stained her side as rain washed the blood away. Faerdega leaped away from her, back towards the humans. Even with her flight taken from her, she was too strong for him. He felt weak and tired, and she just kept getting stronger as her fury grew.

[ardenpodcast]

Greetings Good People of Tumblr! It is I, Andy Wheyface, logging in to give you my insights into the most spectacular television program - a little show called DUCKTALES, starring my fellow billionaire, Scrooge McDuck! (And his nephews, who I presume are locked in perpetual battle with each other to secure his affections and inherit his vast riches!)

To celebrate Arden's Indiegogo campaign for our third season hitting another big milestone, I've just watched the DuckTales theme song sequence. And I must say, my mind is positively RACING from these intriguing (and highly realistic) sights and sounds.

For starters, look at this! A WAVE of MONEY? Genius! Naturally I also have an unimaginable quantity of golden coins in a big vault such as this one (more on that later) - but I never considered installing a wave machine capable of creating a monstrous, crashing tsunami of gold that will rain down upon my body and sweep me up in its unstoppable path... until NOW!

Next, consider this helicopter. I know what you're thinking - "Andy, you're an eccentric billionaire! Surely you're not impressed by a helicopter, of which you must own several!" How well you know me!

But what I don't own... is a helicopter piloted BY a DUCK! But of course, it makes perfect sense - ducks are masters of the skies already, flying as they do upon their majestic wings. So naturally they'd make excellent pilots.

And now, I can hear you saying, "Andy, if you're building a powerful duck army in New York City, a legion of ducks stronger than anything this world has ever seen before, perhaps you should provide them with helicopters," and let me assure you: plans ARE already in motion. But I thank you for the suggestion just the same!

Now what exactly is happening here? It's unclear, but if I had to venture a guess, I'd say that Scrooge McDuck is walking through some sort of rejuvenating energy field that will make him feel younger in mind, body, and spirit. Based on this image alone, I can promise you that my duck army WILL be equipped with state-of-the-art rejuvenating energy fields, as I've gathered that they must be extremely important to ducks of some prominence!

Ahh, now this view will look familiar to all of you - we all have a spiral staircase leading down to our money vaults, do we not? I certainly do!

And THIS view will look familiar to those of you who have been hospitalized for trying to dive into an enormous custom-built vault full to the brim with golden coins, as inspired by Scrooge McDuck himself!

I am, OF COURSE, talking about ME, Andy Wheyface! As it turns out, slamming into a mound of solid gold at a high velocity is not nearly as comfortable as you'd think!

The pain was agonizing!

Good People, this particular screencap sent a chill down my spine, so much did it remind me of when another type of vicious underwater beast (sea lions) attacked my underwater casino - an event that is still having unexpected consequences upon the duck community to this day!

And such occurrences remind us of the fragility of life, of the constant danger lurking around every corner, of the need to ARM ducks against threats of all kinds. Which is why I've already commissioned robot duck suits just like this one, so MY ducks will not have to live in fear! I told you this title sequences was full up to the brim with inspiration! I have no idea what's happening here, but I DO know with every fiber of my being that it's a SPECTACULAR idea!

Now, this moment made me pause, so deep in contemplation as I was. When they soar above the clouds, flapping their wings mightily as the wind carries them across the heavens like a starlit highway... do ducks dream of going to space? Do they have ambitions of seeing the Earth from above?

Would that we could ask them such lofty queries....

Anyway, I've now commissioned a tiny rocket to carry ducks to space, so I suppose we'll find out soon enough!

Another interesting thought here - ducks accessing GENIE technology! What would a duck wish for, had it access to all the powers and mysteries of the universe? Wealth? Power? An unlimited supply of pretzels? ALL OF THE ABOVE?

YES!!!

And if someone - say, an eccentric billionaire and owner of Wheyface Industries - provide the ducks with such things... would they view ME as a genie? Or even as a GOD?!

And that, good people, has been my commentary on DuckTales, a vivid documentarian glimpse into the upper crust of duck society!

And if you have been inspired by this magnificent program, let me offer you this advice:

Put on some body padding before diving into your coin vault. Your bones will thank you!

If you'd like to earn more rewards like my DuckTales commentary, donate to Arden's season three campaign on Indiegogo and help us reach more milestones!