#drabble: mushroom theory

[citrustan]

hi, drabble request! hope this reaches you too 💌

yoongi & reader domestic fluff spice 🫣

hii thanks for this! i'm kinda rusty so i'm assuming domestic is when they're in a relationship and share a home (?)

this is not an original scenario, i simply can't remember where i first saw/read this or something similar. i know 'himym' introduced the 'olive theory' so let's just say this is based on that!

mushroom theory (myg)

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader, smut but not all the way. + i picture yoongi to be older than the reader.

warnings: some tit stuff bec if you haven't already realised by now, i love boob, yoongi gropes reader, some grinding and finger stuff, spit, one mention of pee (nothing happens.) boyfriend loves being called oppa. < i might've overdone that 🤐

You barge into your home, pushing Yoongi out of the way, "I can't believe I didn't know you liked mushrooms. Why did you let me eat them every time?"

Yoongi follows you in and shrugs, "I thought you liked them."

Flabbergasted, you almost screech, "I hate mushrooms! They're.... fungus and gross and I can't believe you made me eat them all these months."

How is he so nonchalant about it?

You step out of your heels and balance yourself on each foot, one at a time, as you pull your socks off of them.

Yoongi wants to laugh but he knows this is serious for you, "I don't know what to say, babe, you never asked."

"Because I thought," you emphasise on your subjects, "I was doing you a favour."

"By eating every mushroom you see?" Yoongi finally grins.

Abruptly turning, you chuck a sock at him (which he dodges swiftly) and frown, "You're laughing. I stuff myself, FOR YOU, with the only food I hate and you're laughing."

Slowly making his way over to you, Yoongi sighs, "It's not that serious, _____. You never have to eat one again, ever."

Unwilling to let it go, you interrogate him, "Riddle me this; why did you push all those mushrooms to the side on our first date? You picked every single one out."

He walks past you to the couch, where your other sock lay. "I was saving them for the end."

"But you let me eat them," your brows scrunch in confusion, "Why didn't you stop me?"

He beacons you over with a 'come closer' motion of his finger.

Yoongi pulls the oversized sweater over your head. "Well, you put them all in your mouth before I could stop you. Sorry. I thought you'd hurt me if I said anything."

You swat him with your sleeve, "I just didn't want to condone food wastage."

The rant is endless. "I mean, I've never seen you serve yourself mushrooms either! Your friends are evil too. They waited all this time to tell me you loved mushrooms. You people just watched on as I suffered."

"_____, we're going in circles." With his finger, Yoongi directed you to turn around and you happily comply.

You exasperate, "Sorry! I just can't believe I could've gone all those months without secretly gagging during every meal."

Yoongi presses himself against your back enveloping you in a hug, and suggests, "Why don't we make a list of the foods we like and dislike?"

Leaning back into him, you slur, "Maybe..."

More like sulk.

Yoongi drags his large hands up and down your arms and across your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in pursuit.

When he feels you lax, Yoongi sneakily inches under your white cotton camisole, prodding at and caressing your underboob, enjoying the softness of your skin.

You lock your arms down so he wouldn't pull away easily.

His fingers work their way towards your perked nipples. You help him out a little and pull the flimsy neckline of your top lower to free your breasts.

He wets the pads of his fingers with his tongue and skillfully circles them all over your areola, avoiding your nipples.

You fidget a little as Yoongi teases you, holding off on *actual* foreplay.

"Stop moving, _____." Yoongi scolds.

You squirm more, grinding back against his crotch, letting out small moans of frustration and pleasure.

Indirectly, you motivate him to continue messing with you. He gets off on your bratty yet submissive demeanour.

"Oppa, please..." you whine, "I'm gonna cry..."

Yoongi nearly laughs at how eager you were.

Not wanting to torture you any longer, he spins you around to face him and dives in, tonguing your nipples. At first, he uses his hands to squeeze your tits together, giving him access to both nipples at once. He wets both your nipples, lickng and sucking on them.

"Oppa! More! Please!" You squeal a few incoherent words along the lines of 'harder' 'yes' and 'more'.

You grab onto his almost shoulder-length hair and push your chest harder against his mouth.

One of his giant hands is now wrapped around your lower back to support your wobbly-self, and the other is busied with rubbing, pressing on and gently pinching your free nipple while the other is caught in his mouth.

The cool air attacks your nipples, hardening them even more, each time he pulls them out of his warm, and wet mouth. It's never-ending.

Yoongi kisses, licks and sucks on your nipples as his hands travel down to grope your ass. You desperately grind your aching pussy on him.

You're seeing stars at this point.

Catching on to it, Yoongi spins you around yet again, making your back face him.

It's an everyday thing for the two of you. Your boyfriend was obsessed with your breasts.

Almost every night, after Yoongi's back home from a tiring day at work, he demands to make out with your tits and you've never skipped out on that opportunity.

Sometimes it even helps you sleep better after he's done suckling and slobbering all over your chest. (Or maybe it's the orgasm that helps.)

You begin to sway, with your back still pressed against Yoongi's front, to imaginary music as he struggles to undo your skirt.

Playfully, you condescend, "Does oppa need help taking a teensy skirt off?"

Yoongi looks taken aback. Scoffing, he roughly lifts your skirt, pulling it up higher and revealing your painfully regular, unsexy, washed-out blue cotton panties. You gasp mischievously, "Oppa, be gentle!"

Wasting no time, he grabs you by the waist and drags you to his recliner chair, walking backwards. You pout, feigning offense, "Oppa, you're so harsh..."

Yoongi scoffs in amusement and plops on the comfortable chair, pulling you down on his lap. You squeak an apology when your back harshly smacks into his face (although by no fault of yours.)

Yoongi groans and pulls your knees apart, elevating and pulling them back towards your heads, exposing your still clothed centre.

Yoongi wishes he had a mirror in front of the two of you so he could watch your expressions as he teases you. Maybe he'd bribe you to tag along to IKEA with him the very next day.

You're dripping through your panties, halfway to an orgasm. All because of Yoongi's mouth on your tits. It's only a little humiliating.

Your breathing stabilizes as Yoongi gives you time to steady yourself.

That doesn't last too long after Yoongi's finger traces your sensitive, puffy lips. You jerk and shiver involuntarily, but he holds you in place. The shielded, tiny bundle of nerves yearning to be played with makes you clench around nothing.

Yoongi stuffs his hand inside your panties and begins palming your pussy, getting your essence all over his palm. Your head instantly lolls back as you thank him profusely.

Yoongi groans, his fingers instantly finding your clit, "Fuck... _____, you're so wet. Didn't even have to use my spit. So fucking slippery already..." His throaty tone making you hornier by the second, you moan in delight, "Mm! Oppa... please don't stop..."

Yoongi feels like a pervert getting off on being called 'oppa' by you as he continues teasing your clit, lightly drawing circles on the hood.

"Oppa, please I need your cock in me. Want you to creampie me..."

A little surprised, he scoffs, "What a desperate slut."

You moan (whine) in agreement.

He's unbelievably hard but he won't give in just yet. He kisses the back of your shoulder instead.

Yoongi's middle and ring fingers tease your tight, wet entrance while he thumbs your clit (a little harder this time.)

"Show me your hands." Yoongi's demand confuses your already-dazed self but you comply, lifting both your open palms up close to your faces.

With his free hand, one at a time, Yoongi pulls your hands to his mouth and licks your fingers, "Play with your tits."

You obey and begin tenderly squeezing your breasts, feeling all around and over your areola, rubbing Yoongi's spit on them while gradually building up to toying with your perked nipples.

Never taking his thumb off your clit, he speeds up, now drawing tight circles on your ultra sensitive sweet spot. Your legs spread themselves wider and your fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they mindlessly pinch and soothe your sensitive nubs.

You're unapologetically leaking on Yoongi's very expensive trousers. He doesn't mind though. Yoongi wouldn't mind even if you peed on him. HIS words, not yours.

"Yoongi. Oh, Yoon- Yoonie..." Your whines and moans get breathier and (variations of) his name frequents your tongue as you begin to squirm harder in his lap.

Torturous, his digits continue their assault on your puffy little cunt.

Still barely penetrating you with two of his fingers, Yoongi presses his thumb down harder on your clit flicking it side to side, earning high-pitched cries from you.

Your breathing quickens and your hips lift involuntarily. Your orgasm's so close you can smell it. As can your boyfriend.

Yoongi's face twists in pleasure, watching only his fingers pull these reactions out of you.

"Please, faster, Yoonie... I'll be so good for you, oppa." Letting go off your breasts, you grip the arm of the recliner and your boyfriend's too. You begin grinding down on Yoongi's stiff cock, still hidden in his pants, as you near your climax.

Your somewhat coherent moans turn into nonsensical cries and babbles as Yoongi rubs your pussy faster every second.

The back of your head slams into Yoongi's shoulder. Taking advantage of the change in your posture, he leans in to kiss you, muffling your borderline screams, still playing with your clit.

"Mmmffhp...!!" A specific, very intentional, graze of Yoongi's finger on your other, tight hole sends you through the roof.

Yoongi vocalises in content and satisfaction as you begin to writhe uncontrollably on his lap as your orgasm takes over your entire body.

He palms your pussy to distribute the pressure and help you avoid overstimulation.

You force your tongue into his mouth and suck on his own as he brings you back down on Earth.

The muscles of your lips hurt from kissing so hard.

Reluctantly, Yoongi's the one who pulls away first.

He draws your legs shut and lays you across his lap, as well as the chair could accommodate it, supporting your upper back and head with his arms.

Yoongi smiles and watches your tummy move up and down as you breathe, thinking you'd be falling into slumber anytime now.

After lying motionless for another few minutes, your eyes open and focus on the fond expression on your boyfriend's face.

Your smile comes naturally as you decide to straddle him. All things innocent, of course.

Six months ago, Yoongi most likely wouldn't have known you. If he had somehow noticed you, he probably only knew you as just another girl from his friend's workplace who invited herself to every one of their group hangouts to stare at Yoongi. Not that he ever complained. But now, you're one of, if not the most important people in his life without whom he'd be incomplete.

As cheesy as it sounds, he can't rephrase it. You complete him. You're 'it' for him.

Resting your cheek on top of Yoongi's head, you sigh dreamily, "Thank you."

"Mm." Yoongi simply vocalised in response and held you in an embrace, planting innocent kisses across your breasts.

A peaceful moment passes. Then you gasp in realisation, "Oppa!" You cheer, "We have the whole 'olive theory' thing going!"

Yoongi pulls away to look up at you. The red 'afterglow' tinge on Yoongi's face darkens just a little, thoroughly endeared by your usage of the affectionate term. Almost to the point where he nearly misses everything it was followed by.

He catches himself, "We do?"

"It's this theory that tests how compatible a couple is." You explain, "If one likes olives and the other doesn't, they'd be the perfect match!"

Ah.

"So you're saying we're a perfect match?" Yoongi smirks, feeling smug.

You blink down at him, "Wouldn't you agree?"

"I would." He nods, "I love you."

Placing a chaste kiss on Yoongi's lips, you smile, "Good." It's sort of an unspoken 'I love you too'.

note: im sooo sorry it took so long! this was like one of the first requests i received so thanks again!

i'm still learning to write smut ok be nicE

this is unedited too 🫣 srry

[nymphcria]

the bookshelf consists of a running collection of all current writing, lore, and character notes. everything’s organized into three main “books”: florilegium for active storylines, compendium for worldbuilding and lore, and memoir for character backstory and personal writing. this page updates as new entries are added (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

⋆ florilegium 

a collection of drabbles that follow nymphe in the present. each one is tied to a specific flower, using its meaning to reflect her emotions, thoughts, or state of being. 

ˏˋ⋆ bird of paradise ; new beginnings ˏˋ⋆ mushroom ; suspicion ˏˋ⋆ monkshood ; beware ˏˋ⋆ pheasant's-eye ; painful recollection

⋆ compendium

an archive compiling worldbuilding, magic systems, and general lore. divided into volumes, most of which are attributed to the scholar eiresi de chrysalos. it's meant to cover everything from cosmic theory to fae classification.

𓂃 foundations of the tapestry. volume i of the weaver's lexicon ˏˋ⋆ on the tapestry of the world ˏˋ⋆ on the threads

𓂃 the born of the loom. volume ii of the weaver's lexicon ˏˋ⋆ on the fae ˏˋ⋆ on alignment & threadburn 

𓂃 the custodians of the tapestry. volume iii of the weaver's lexicon ˏˋ⋆ on the stars

𓂃 eiresi's journal. not meant for public distribution ˏˋ⋆ on the stars, personal notes

⋆ memoir

fragments from nymphe’s past. journal entries, letters, etc. a complete mess of jumbled thoughts and experiences.

𓂃 nymphe's (old) diary. “private!! please do not read!!!” ˏˋ⋆ entry #112  ˏˋ⋆ entry #347

[mushrooms-in-middle-earth]

Moss covered tree stumps remind us that connections continue between organisms, even after the death of one.

Symbiosis, entanglements, enrichment, possibilities ever ongoing.

[purple-plum-petals]

Key:

✔️ = SFW Content 🔞 = NSFW Content, Minors Do Not Interact ⚠️ = Potentially Triggering Subject Matter (Bullying, Discussions of Poor Mental Health, SA, etc.)

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► TWST Characters’ Reactions to Yuu Calling Their Dorm Leader “Hot”      ➥ Scenario, Attempt at Comedy, GN!Reader, Platonic (♡), ✔️

► TWST Dorm Leaders’ Reactions to Overhearing Yuu Call Them “Hot”      ➥ Scenario, Fluff+Slight Angst, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️

► TWST Characters and the Orange Peel Theory      ➥ Scenario, Fluff, Attempt at Comedy, GN!Reader, Platonic (♡), ✔️

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► Riddle Rosehearts ⌦ Yuu Comforting Riddle After a Nightmare      ➥ Drabble, Angst+Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ⚠️, ✔️ _______________________________

► Deuce Spade ⌦ Deuce and Yuu Being Unaware That They’re in Love with Each Other: Coming Soon!       ➥ Drabble, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️ _______________________________

► Ace Trappola ⌦ Ace Accidentally Confessing his Love to Yuu      ➥ Drabble, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️

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► Leona Kingscholar ⌦ SFW Alphabet (A-Z): Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️ ⌦ Yuu and Leona Getting Locked Together in a Room      ➥ Drabble, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

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 ► Ruggie Bucchi ⌦ Ruggie and Yuu Going Thrift Shopping Together: Coming Soon!     ➥ Drabble, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️ _______________________________

► Jack Howl ⌦ SFW Alphabet (A-Z): Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️

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► Azul Ashengrotto ⌦  Yuu Patching Up Azul After He’s Punched in the Face      ➥ Drabble, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️ ⌦ Azul’s S/O’s “Payment” for Working Just Being his Smile      ➥ Drabble, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️ ⌦ Azul Showing his S/O his Merform for the First Time: Coming Soon!      ➥ Drabble, Angst+Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️ _______________________________

► Jade Leech ⌦ Jade Finding Yuu in the Infirmary After Being Roughed-up by Bullies      ➥ Drabble, Angst+Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ⚠️, ✔️ ⌦ Yuu Keeps Flirting with Jade, so Floyd and Azul Beg Them to Stop: Coming Soon!      ➥ Drabble, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️ ⌦ Yuu Surprising Jade with their Mushroom Fairy Costume      ➥ Drabble, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

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► Floyd Leech ⌦ Floyd Having a Bad Day and Getting Cuddles from Yuu      ➥ Drabble, Angst+Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ⚠️, ✔️

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► Jamil Viper ⌦ SFW Alphabet (A-Z)      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️

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[arcielee]

😈✨🧠

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I try not too, but..... 😈

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

This one is sweet and I am struggling.

For myself, I feel I am a genuine human being.

For my writing? I put my whole ass bussy into everything I create, whether it is a drabble or 100k+ story, I give it a part of my soul (not to be dramatic).

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

I am picking Cregan Stark.

SPOILERS FOR FIRE & BLOOD !!!! STOP HERE !!!

Anyway. I read this fan theory that Mushroom created Sara Snow to cover up for Cregan and Jacerys' very close friendship which is described with a very deep intimacy and is comparable to how Alysanne Blackwood was besties with Lady Sabitha Frey.

[queenof-literature]

Something with Wind and Wild finding out Wild’s actually related to Wind? (It’s a personal hc of mine that they’re related due to vah medoh being named after Medli and the fact that there are rito in the first place + rito’s village theme being a variant of the dragon roost island theme)

Thank you for the prompt anon! That’s a fun headcanon and I did my best with it! I hope you enjoy!

I said in an announcement I’m putting shorter requests/drabbles in its own story and place in my masterlist to make things a bit more organized. Here’s the Ao3 link to that.

Related

“When will we learn to stop trying to figure out the timeline.” Warriors deadpanned to Sky as he watched the others fight.

“Do we ever learn?” Sky replied, laughing at the sight before him. He supposed there were benefits to being the forger of the Master Sword. His place in the timeline was relatively solid.

“No, no, no. We all know there are different timelines, there has to be.” Hyrule waved his hands.

“Yes, and you and Legend are in the same one, we know that at least.” Four nodded.

“Why does it matter?” Wild whispered to Twilight.

“It doesn’t.” Twilight said simply. 

“That’s funny coming from you! Legend pointed. “You have blood relation to prove your place in the timeline!”

“It’s Time’s fault for breaking the timeline in the first place.” Four accused.

“Hey! Blame the sages, not me.” Time spoke up, holding his hands up in defense.

“Do you know where you are in the timeline?” Twilight asked Wild curiously while the others fought around their campfire.

“It’s been 10,000 years since the last hero in my Hyrule.” Wild shrugged. “So, I mean, does it even matter in my timeline?” 

“I’ve never been big on blood meaning everything, the people in Ordon are my family even though I was found in the woods. But if you’re curious, we may be able to figure it out.” Twilight assured. Wild never knew how he and the others somehow always knew what to say to him.

The truth was, Wild wasn’t sure that he wanted to know the answer. The group had helped him understand that the events of 100 years ago was out of his control, even if he had a hard time believing it sometimes. But he wasn’t stupid, he saw the forlorn gazes the others cast towards the ruins of his Hyrule. Castletown was a ghost of itself, even if Zelda had plans to begin rebuilding, it wouldn’t be the bustling city the other Links knew for a long time, perhaps with the small population of his Hyrule it never would be.

But he loved his Hyrule. He knew every inch of the land yet it still managed to surprise him. The land nurtured him, and he nurtured the land. He ensured monsters didn’t destroy nature, and nature forgave him for letting wildfires. He killed animals for food and ensured he used every part. The others could make fun of him all they wanted, but it was a mutual bond he longed for when he was far from it. To see the others look at it with such sad gazes after a long journey… he understood, but it hurt.

“Meh.” Wild answered. “If we happen to figure it out, then we figure it out.” Wild ignored the suspicious look Twi sent him. Wolf boy was too perceptive for his own good.

“Well Wild and I are obviously in similar timelines!” Wind, with ever impeccable timing, proclaimed.

“Don’t sound so sure.” Warriors challenged. “Don’t forget that almost your entire world is water.” Warriors said, as if Wind could forget that. As if Wind could forget that his entire kingdom of Hyrule flooded, the kingdom Time worked so hard to protect.

“Yeah, no shit!” Wind cursed to let out some steam. “But water dries, I’ve seen entire places in other Hyrules that used to be covered in water.”

“Those are lakes and rivers, not entire oceans.” Legend spoke up.

“Yeah but Wild has said before that the last hero came 10,000 years before him! Who knows what has happened since my time! And before the hero who knows how long it’s been since I was there!” Wind puffed out his chest.

“What makes you so sure it’s you anyway?” Hyrule asked.

“Easy! Our Koroks are practically identical! I mean evolution takes time right?” Wind asked with arms wide. “And Vah Medoh, that divine beast Wild told us about, sounds like Medli from the Rito in my world. And you guys don’t even have Rito! Maybe they originated in my Hyrule and continued on in Wild’s Hyrule! The music they play and their instruments are really similar!” As Wind kept listing off points, Wild didn’t know what to think. Wind? His predecessor? Perhaps even his blood? How was he supposed to react?

“And what does Wild think of this theory?” Sky raised an eyebrow. Despite his teasing tone, Wild knew Sky was making sure he wasn’t left out of this conversation, and it wasn't for the first time Wild was extremely grateful for Sky. 

“Yeah Wild! What do you think?” Wind was practically vibrating with excitement and nerves. What did Wild think? He didn’t have any better theories, and besides, Wind made a lot of valid points. Wild bit his lip.

“W-well.” Shit, Wild could feel the words bubbling in his throat again. It’s been so long though! “I mean, I- well.” Wild tried to repeat what he had been thinking about, how Wind made great points and how the boy had obviously thought long and hard about this. Instead, with a frustrated huff, he raised his hands to sign, as usual he appreciated that no one interrupted him. ‘Sounds good to me.’ Wild signed simply, hoping his message came across well enough.

“Yes! I’m a grandfather!” Wind cried cheerfully, much to the shock of the other Links.

“We never agreed you were blood related-” Four tried to argue, only to be shushed by Wind.

“Shut it, sonny!” Wind pointed with a glare he most likely thought was threatening.

“You have to at least put a thousand ‘greats’ in front of that grandfather title.” Warriors lectured with an amused smirk.

“No one has time for that! I’m near the end of my life and you want me to waste time on that?” Wind shot back, as if they were the ones being ludicrous.

“Wind, you’re 14-”

“I’m old!” Wind cried out. “I’m decrepit! My joints ache! My knees pop every time I bend down!” Wind rambled.

“Looks like you’re being replaced.” Legend whispered to Time, who simply glared back. He did not sound like that!

Hyrule glanced towards Wild, slightly afraid this conversation would make him upset. Finding out where you were in the timeline was… odd. It was nice to know where you stood but the answer wasn’t always happy, or it wasn’t always what you wanted. Hyrule relaxed upon seeing Wild smiling and laughing at Wind’s antics with the rest of them, only getting louder as Wind continued on. Wait, didn’t this mean Wild was a part of Time’s line? And so Twilight’s as well? Oh well, better not go there tonight.

~

“Hey Wind?” Wild questioned turning in his bed roll to face the younger boy. The others had mostly turned in, and Wind had settled next to Wild’s bed roll, causing Wild’s chest to light up with an odd warmth.

“Yeah Wild?” Wind ceased his joking tone at Wild’s serious one.

“Are you… upset? That it's me who's your potential predecessor?” Wild asked hesitantly.

“Wild we’ve talked about this-”

“No, no, not that.” Wild really did not want to get into his, what Four called, ‘self esteem issues’. “But… I’ve seen the way you all look at my ruins. Aren’t you, you know, sad, that that’s what Hyrule turned into?” There was an awkward silence and Wild as glad Sky was probably far enough away for his watch he couldn’t hear them.

“Do you remember when we first got to my Hyrule, I mean the first time with you there?” Wind asked, and Wild didn’t see how this related but let the boy continue. “And you were stunned by how much water there was. I mean the look on your face.” Wind joked, but it was stiff and dry. “I was self conscious too. Especially with the Hero of Time there, I loved visiting my home but having Time there always made me nervous. I mean I was already suspecting that he was perhaps part of my timeline. What if he found out his Hyrule, the one he worked so hard to save, was flooded during my quest?”

“That wasn’t your fault-”

“I know.” Wind interrupted Wild, with a small smile that this time seemed genuine. “Still at the time, the way you were all were still talking about how much water there was, how irritating it was to go around on boats all the time, how odd it was that there were so few land masses. It scared me, I thought they all hated what their land had become.” Wild’s eyes widened in surprise. He never even knew…

“But Time knew something was wrong, of course he did. I couldn’t tell him yet, I had to be sure. I didn’t want him to know until I knew for sure, as excited as I was to meet the Hero of Time, I was so scared what he would think of me, of my Hyrule.” Wind’s voice trailed off into a whisper, and wrestled his arm out of his bed roll and placed it on Wind’s shoulder. That’s what he was supposed to do, right? He relaxed when Wind smiled and nodded in thanks.

“What he said, it stuck with me. I told him how I felt, how the others seemed to hate my Hyrule. You know what he said?” Wild knew it was a rhetorical question, still he shook his head. “He said ‘It’s not bad, it’s different.’ I know it's simple, but he’s right. We’re just not used to each other’s Hyrules, that includes you Wild. We’re not used to ruins, or Guardians, or insane lightning storms. But the giant mushrooms you have are amazing.” They weren’t really mushrooms, but it still caused Wild to smile. “And those super tall islands you showed us! And your Rito have an amazing village. You know how I see it?” Wind waited for Wild to tilt his head against his bed roll. “I think our Hyrules just prove that no matter what, we’ll endure. There’s been cataclysms, great floods, calamity, but no matter what, Hyrule finds a way. That’s pretty great, don’t you think?” Huh, Wild had never thought about it in that grand of a way. He knew that the people of Hyrule, all of them, Hylian or no, were strong. But Wind put it into perspective. Wild wondered if Wind knew how good he was. Just… good. A good kid, a good hero, a good person, a good brother. Just genuinely good. Wild didn’t know how to say that, especially without sounding patronizing, so he settled for something else.

“You’re right Wind, thank you.” Wind knew the words were simple, but the emotion behind them got Wild’s point across perfectly. Wind smiled brightly.

“That’s Grandpa Wind to you.” Wild had to muffle his laughter in his bed roll.

~~~

This turned out a lot more fluffy/little angsty I hope that’s alright anon! Thank you for reading all, I hope you enjoyed!

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

@mailinsblogofstuff You are awesome! It’s made my night to watch you reblog all of the POV drabbles with your cute tags so this is me replying in order:

1. Yes, I love writing the sneaky quips of Thorin Oakenshield.

2. Thank you, I really wanted to write a character that doesn’t exactly see Bilbo in the best light.

3. And that’s why I like the best friend dynamic between Balin and Bilbo because after all, he was the only one Bilbo trusted to know the truth about the Arkenstone.

4. Yeah...that one ripped my heart out as well. Poor Bofur.  😭

5. Why thank you. 😊 I’m not going to lie, I was a little nervous about writing Bard but I figured for a poor fisherman suddenly thrown into a kingship he would be wanting his allies close.

6. Actually Millie is my hyperactive 8 month old puppy (as seen below sitting to watch TV like a dork), but I love that you have a Millie too! You’ll have to share pics!

7. So this one really came from the heart more than any of them because I had a younger cousin who was more like a brother who died in a car accident about seven years ago. And my mom and I were talking about how even two years later watching a car insurance commercial with a car crash was enough to bring us to tears, and that’s when she brought up that analogy from her training as a counselor. The actual way she described it was “grief is like a big ball in a box and the ball is constantly in motion and there’s a button in the box that causes pain and so the ball is always hitting against the button. But as time goes on, the ball gets smaller. It hurts the same when it hits the button, but its fewer and farther between than when the ball was at its largest.” I just adjusted it to be more like something an elf in Middle Earth would say. But yes! I absolutely hope that helps you the same way it helped me!

8. Lol I was chatting with a mutual @ahufflepuffhobbit after this one about how Oin would definitely be performing subtle experiments afterwards to test his mushroom/hobbit theory and she said Bilbo would catch on and then do things to screw with him which I totally agree! Certainly needed a little humor after the previous one.  😅

9. I would love it if that’s literally how Gandalf operates. And could you just imagine Saruman who would be by the books and have every scenario planned out to the nth degree just rolling his eyes and shaking his head at Gandalf, Mr. “I think we should have allies in the North so I’m sending a small group of dwarves to a dragon-infested mountain oh and throw a hobbit in there for good measure”.

11. I used to own two horses! Ginger and Mista, and Ginger was definitely like that and so when we had little kids come out to ride with us, they went on Ginger. Mista was more...cantankerous and was usually my ride. She did really good up to a certain point, and then when she was done she would beat a line straight for the barn and I couldn’t stop her. Both were my inspiration for Myrtle.

[arc852]

Infinitesimal!Sides Masterpost

 A masterpost of all my Sanders Sides G/t fics.

The Four: Thomas adopts four tinies after helping them settle into the shelter. The tinies are now on a mission to get him to understand. | Complete |

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

The Four One-Shots: Takes place after The Four and in the same universe.

Dyeing For Purple

Finding Home: A mini-series featuring a tiny kid Virgil and his hardships before (and after) finding his true home.

Act I

Act II

Stay at Home Dad

School Arc (1)

School Arc (2)

School Arc (3)

School Arc (4)

School Arc (5)

School Arc (6)

Only Trying to Help: Patton decides to help Virgil. Things start out kind of rough.

Part 1

Part 2

New Home: Roman buys Patton and brings him home.

New Home

Flower Crowns

Buying Logan

Scrapped AU: Various scenes in an au I have abandoned.

Logan and Patton

Roman and Virgil

Reverse Roman and Virgil

Massage

Living On The Giant Side AU: Virgil, a human, moves into a house with three giants.

On The Giant Side

Overwhelmed

Shrunken Anxiety AU: Roman shrinks Virgil down and keeps him as a sort of pet.

You’re Freezing, Come Here

Ask blog

Space Barista AU: Virgil workes at Starbucks when an interesting customer comes in. They strike up a friendship.

Part 1

Part 2

Fairytale AU: Roman, about be crowned King, suddenly gets cursed by his brother and winds up wandering through a forest at only a few inches tall. It’s there he meets the Big Bad Wolf.

Part 1

Part 2

The Dime Project: Virgil, the lead scientist on Project Dime, finally gets to test the device. And what better way to test it, then to bring something…small, over.

Part 1

Can Humans Be Kind AU:

Can Humans Be Kind? - When Roman finds himself cornered by a rat, a human steps in to help. But can he really trust this human?

Can Humans Be Kind? (2) - Roman has been living at Janus’ house for a week now and finally thinks his leg is healed enough to start climbing again. It isn’t and now he finds himself injured again, worse than before. Will Janus help him again?

The Ratatouille Theory - Roman had just planned to test his theory but now he finds himself hitching a ride with Janus to work. Not good.

October Prompts:

Day 1 - Fear

Day 2 - Cage

Day 3 - Outside

Day 4 - Moon

Day 5 - Rat

Day 6 - Pocket

One-Shots:

The Cave - Thomas and the sides go camping. Things get weird when they find a mysterious cave.

Bottled Emotions - When Thomas bottles his feelings, Patton is put in a literal bottle.

Not Useless - Logan reassures Patton that he is not useless.

Bop - Virgil bops Roman on the nose.

Keys and Trust - Thomas shows Patton his keys.

Space - Virgil reveals he’s used to feeling insignificant to Logan. Logan is quick to comfort.

Cold and Lost, I Hold You Close - Logan is a size shifter. When Logan and Patton get lost in the snow, Logan has a choice to make.

All in a Snap - Roman takes the prank war a step too far.

A Different Kind of Perspective Change - Virgil has a nightmare where he’s the small one.

A Small Prank - Roman pranks Virgil. Things backfire.

Gifted - Virgil is bought by Roman as a gift for Patton.

Meteor Shower - Virgil discovers Logan the night of a meteor shower.

Wrong Feeling - Patton finds himself missing his past abuser. Roman comforts him.

Sing Me a Song, Please? - Thomas reassures Roman that it’s okay for him to sing.

Not Alone - Thomas, after seeing Roman cry himself to sleep one too many times, decides to go and comfort him despite the fact humans aren’t supposed to know about him.

No Need to Worry - Virgil has a nightmare and starts to doubt things. Thomas comes in to help stop those doubts.

Hug! - A little something for Hug a Tiny Day. Roman and Patton are in search of Logan and Virgil in order to give them a hug.

You Deserve Better - Virgil thinks Roman deserves a friend better than himself and says as such.

A Sleepy Morning - Just some good ole’ Moxiety cuddles.

In A Jar -  Logan gets trapped in a jar and must now face the human who did it.

Mushrooms - Bullet point story; Logan shrinks after eating soup Patton made out of mushrooms from the imagination.

Not Sick - Logan says he isn’t sick, Virgil disagrees.

Homeless - Patton is homeless. And lonely. One night, while settling down in an alleyway, he meets someone. They both end up helping each other.

Toy Inside - Roman finds himself trapped in a cereal box that promises a toy inside. The cereal is then bought.

Unexpected Help - A giant finds a human injured near the giant side of town and takes him back to his own home to patch him up.

Mistaken Observations - Some fairies are used as decor pieces. Fashion items that some humans wear. Logan is sure this is the case with Roman and Virgil.

Loneliness and Desperation - Patton is so lonely…he can’t find it in himself to care anymore.

Fairy Hunt and Capture - Roman drags his brother, Virgil, to go try and catch themselves some fairies. Logan and Patton are in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Visiting - Virgil goes and visits his giant of a friend.

Meet-Up - The human knows that they’re there and asks to meet. Thomas goes alone despite Virgil’s warnings.

Experiment Gone Wrong - Logan’s experiment has quite literally blown up in his face. Good thing Roman is there to help him out. Oh, and tease him.

Letting Go - Logan is a giant who has escaped a lab. In the middle of the forest, he reveals some things to his friend.

3 Times Virgil Felt Small and the 1 Time He Didn’t - Virgil has always been small but lately it seems he’s been smaller than ever.

Cute G/t Side Drabbles - Short and sweet drabbles

A Well Oiled Cupcake Making Team - Roman and Patton make cupcakes together.

On Opposite Sides - It’s been five years since the aliens have taken over the earth. All this time the humans have been confined to city limits, watched over by the giant guards surrounding them. Virgil is a human who only has the comfort of his friend Roman via Skype.

Cared For - Virgil is letting his studying get in the way of important things. Like sleeping and eating. So Patton does something about it.

Wrong Words Said - Logan is still getting used to the whole ‘being a dad’ thing.

Mistaken - Virgil thinks someone is in his room. Unfortunately for Patton, he thinks it’s someone else.

Lunch Deal - Roman has been captured but things take a different turn than he expected.

Ambidextrous - Roman is ambidextrous and decides to show off.

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[neonflare]

Random and weird kind of a x Philza Minecraft drabble part 1

Walking in nature is quite calming, isn't it? You found yourself walking through trees and lakes to get to your boyfriend's house, Wilbur. You smiled at the thought, Wilbur was quite sweet to you, and you loved him very much.

You found yourself climbing a few mountains and dropping into water from those mountains. Luckily the armor kept your clothing dry. Even if it wasn't dry you brought a very long coat that you could put on that covered enough of your body.

Your hair did get quite wet so you were going to have to deal with that issue which wasn't even hard to deal with in the first place. You were almost there. Why did you have to build your house so far away from everybody else?

You took a bite out of the sweet berries that you had. You had other food but you needed to get rid of the sweet berries you over collected. You already planted some in your farm, so the only thing left is to just use them up.

The amount of nutrition you get from the sweet berries is actually surprising. You could technically only eat sweet berries and you would survive. Every other food was the same too, you were always fascinated by how different and similar foods can be.

That was quite off-topic though, you were finally at the SBI household. You clipped off your armor and put it in your bag. You squeezed the water out of your hair and untied the ponytail you had.

You slightly ruffled up your hair to make it more poofy, and started braiding it so it was near impossible to tell you were in water other than the fact that your hair is slightly darker because of the leftover water.

You didn't normally braid your hair as you weren't that type of girl, but right now you really needed it. You tied the end of the braid and knocked on the door.

"I'll open the door! Wait a moment!" The familiar voice of Philza, Wilbur's father, called out as a response. Shuffling could be heard on the other side and a short click noise before the door opened.

"You're here to see Wilbur, right? You came at the perfect time! I had just finished cooking, and made some extra as always, so you can come in and have a seat."

The man moved aside so you could walk in. You took the offer and stepped into the house that you have been to so many times. Everybody in the household was nice, even Tommy. Tommy may be hot headed and clingy but he still is quite accepting and welcoming.

You were following Philza to the Kitchen that wasn't far from the door. "Take a seat, I'll call the others and set the table up." Phil treaded over to one of the chairs around the table and pulled it out for you to sit on.

You obliged and walked over to the chair and sat in it. "Wilbur! Tommy! Techno! Tubbo! Ranboo! Dinner is ready! We have a guest too!" Surprisingly, Philza could get quite loud. Currently he was at the doorway.

He moved away from it and went over to the cupboards and grabbed a bunch of plates. "Do you need any help?" You offered, you didn't like to just sit and do nothing. "Ah, Could you please grab the cups and set them on the table? The cups are in the open cupboard."

Philza placed all of the plates he had on the counter and started dividing and placing the cooked food onto the plates. You stood up from your chair and headed over to the cupboard to grab some cups.

"What did you make?" Small talk was never bad, right? You were placing cups two at a time on the table. "Steak, vegetables, and some mushrooms." Ah, that explains the pleasant smell of the food. You recognized the smell of the mushrooms and steak.

"I heard you went on many adventures, and we're here for a very long time. Before any of the others were brought into this strange world too." Philza had said in a previous conversation that he was comfortable with talking about his adventures in this world.

It was quite strange, it always felt like something was missing. Everybody had just woken up one day in a forest, and little by little more people came in and more things started getting built. There wasn't the process of 'growing' like in the books we read about.

There were many public discussions about this world. There were multiple books and scraps of paper saying about other people who were brought into this world against their will. We had figured out that we weren't meant to be here, but we were brought here without our memory of anything other than this world.

Many people went exploring different places, we found something we called 'The Nether' and something we called 'The End'. None of those proved an escape path from this isolated but surprisingly large shelter.

"Ah, my adventures. Yes I've been on many. Do you wish to know about some of them?" The food was on the plates. "Yeah, I'm quite curious actually." You smiled, adventures were always fun to hear about, and you haven't gone around to asking about Philza's.

"Could you get some juice from the refrigerator?" He asked as he was placing plates on the table. "Sure thing." You walked over to the fridge and pulled the door open to look inside. There were quite a few juices. Apple Juice, Sweet Berry juice, Glow berry (1.17.0 MC) Chorus fruit, ect.

You already had enough of sweet berries and berries in general, apple juice was too plain. Chorus fruit it is then. You grabbed the small bucket of chorus fruit juice and closed the refrigerator.

Pouring the juice carefully into the glass cups you spotted Philza placing the utensils down. Once you were finished with pouring the liquid you gently set the bucket in the middle of the table and went over to the counter to grab napkins and place them on the table.

"There is this one story that happened in a cave. Remember the rumor that if you had a skeleton shoot a creeper, a disc would fall? That rumor is true." The rumor part piqued your interest. It was hard to get a skeleton to shoot a creeper.

You would have to go behind the creeper as the skeleton is shooting, which is hard as you have to time it well or the skeleton will move away to get a better view and have better accuracy when shooting their bow.

It was easier to do skeleton on skeleton as if they are very close, they could accidentally shoot each other and start a duel, or if they are on opposite ends of you they could shoot each other. You finally finished placing the napkins.

"Tell me all about it, please." You were very excited to hear the story. "Since we've finished setting the table, let's take a seat and l'll tell you about the day I first got a 'Cat' disc."

Cat discs were the most common discs, but discs were hard to find in general. You plopped down on your chair again, and Philza took his seat at the opposite end of you.

"I was mining in a cave, trying to get resources and exploring to see what I will find. Mind you, this around the very beginning. Maybe my...7th time going into a cave? It's been years so now I probably have 500+ times." You chuckled to yourself.

"500? That's a very large number, it has been years though, so I wouldn't be surprised at that." You commented. Philza snickered to himself, "Yeah, it's been quite a long time. I was getting some more iron with an iron pickaxe. Just when I had finished mining and was turning around, I spotted a Creeper.

Before that moment I had killed a few creepers already, and knew that they dropped gunpowder. So I naturally wanted to kill it and hoped to get some gunpowder. As I approached it, hit it, and was moving back, I heard an arrow whizz by me. There had been a skeleton that I hadn't noticed."

You winced at the thought, you had been caught off guard by skeletons many times. You still get caught off-guard sometimes. It's like they just appear behind you and you have no idea where it came from.

"Right now you probably wouldn't have any issues with that kind of situation, but back then you weren't the person you are now." Speaking in a quiet tone you responded. Phil let out a chuckle

"Yeah, I had panicked as I didn't know who to focus on. My fighting skills weren't as good as they are now either. That did not help the situation at hand." You were on the better side with fighting. Definitely not the best, but you could easily hold your ground against an opponent for quite a long time.

You got lucky and managed to kill somebody who had a netherite axe with your fists. You would have been toast if they were wearing armor, but you are still proud of that one moment. They respawned shortly after the duel between the two of you.

"My focus was shifting between the Creeper and Skeleton. I was moving a lot to avoid the arrows. When one of the arrows shot I heard a strange noise, I turned around for a split second and the Creeper was no longer there. I turned around and finished killing the Skeleton.

When I turned to get a better look at where the creeper was, I noticed something on the ground. It did not look gray and didn't look powdery, so I knew that it wasn't gunpowder. I got curious and walked over to the item and there it was, the cat disc." How would a disc be inside a Creeper?

That's the main question you had from the story. Weren't Creepers made of dynamite? You had saw a Creeper x-ray in a book before, it never showed any disc in the x-ray. Which was probably why most people called it a rumor, it was really hard to get a skeleton to shoot a creeper so it wasn't like people could tell if the rumor was true or not.

Of course some people managed to do it, it wasn't impossible, but they decided to stay silent about if the rumor was true or not. "It's really strange, isn't it?" Your thoughts came running out of your mouth. Phil stayed silent, signaling you to continue.

"The disc and the rumor, how would it be inside a Creeper? Don't the x-rays say that there are no discs inside a Creeper?" The words were rolling out of your mouth. You were genuinely wondering about it.

"This theory may be insane, but it just could be true. The x-rays never showed the inside of the TNT inside the Creeper, mh?" Wait, no no. " You aren't saying that it could be inside the TNT, are you?"

"I am, it would explain why it doesn't show up in the x-ray, and it would also explain why it doesn't drop any other time. When any monster is killed, they seemed to just poof out of existence.

So in that case the disc would disappear with the Creeper, and the reason gunpowder drops is because of the Creeper being hurt and leaking out gunpowder through the wounds. When it explodes it probably explodes the disc with it.

Though an arrow hitting a Creeper pierces through the creeper and it could catch onto the disc. Since the arrows stay and the Creeper disappears, the disc stays as it's attached to the arrow. Though it's strange how it doesn't work when we shoot Creepers.

I could be a mad man talking, but who knows, I don't think anybody has really figured out how it happens." It was an insane theory alright, there are a few unexplained parts that explanation gives, but it can't be debunked either.

"You're probably the only one who can come up with that kind of theory" you smirked to yourself. "Nobody knows why the discs drop, and I don't think it matters if we never figure it out. At least we have the discs in the first place." Philza was keeping in a laugh from coming out of his throat.

"Yeah, and the theory I said was kind of dumb, wasn't it?" You wanted to laugh too. "No offense but, yes, yes it was." Philza started laughing, and you joined in.

It was quite nice talking to Philza, you felt as if you could be yourself. You liked that, with the SBI you felt like you could be whoever you wanted to be and you wouldn't be judged.

You got closer to Philza, and that was always a plus, right?

"Eyyo Phil! We're here!" You immediately recognized Tommy's voice. You turned to look and saw everybody else at the entrance to the kitchen. They started to go around the table and take their seats.

"What took you so long?" You asked. "This child kept us from going down here and made us finish something." Monotonic as always, Techno looked at Tommy with an evil smirk on his face. "I did not! Phil! He's lying!" There's the Tommy I know. It felt nice to be here.

[autumnalwalker]

Pride Month Drabble Challenge: Day 5, Nature

Making up for lost time by posting the first seven all in a row. Reblog of the challenge rules with links to my posts are here.

“I think I’m dying.”

“Ha, ha, very funny.  We’ve barely gone a mile down the trail.”

“And that, as it turns out, was a mile further than I was prepared to go.”

“Whatever happened to witchcore aesthetic dancing with the moss and mushrooms under the trees?”

“Great in theory, still has some bugs to work out in practice.”

“Like being out of shape?”

“Like having to walk so far to reach said trees.”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m canceling your birthday present and getting you a gym membership instead.”

“That might actually kill me for real.”

“Real talk for a minute?”

“Okay…?”

“The self-deprecating ‘Anything marginally athletic is going to do me in’ shtick got old a long time ago.”

“Oh.  Yeah.  Sorry.  I’ll dial it back.”

“No, don’t apologize and ‘dial it back.’  Stop.”

“Sor- Right.  Got it.”

“Look, I really don’t want to have it out with you here over it, so let’s table this conversation for when we get back, but it’s a whole pattern with you.  For now, let’s just try to enjoy our day out here, okay?”

“Okay…”

“...”

“...”

“I’ll make a deal with you though.  Be stoic about it and power on through, and if you hit a point where you truly can’t keep going or collapse for real - and I’ll be able to tell the difference so don’t get any ideas - then I’ll carry you back to the car.”

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

“Am I?  I figured you’d find it a win-win.”

“I… Deal accepted.”

“It’s funny how your face can actually get redder than it already was.”

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Mushroom Story Part 8

I should probably change my name from fanatichistory to fanaticrambling lol mainly because everytime I write a drabble or a prompt it turns into a multi-part series that just ends up as a sort of mini novel ^.^’ Oops? I hope you enjoy the rambles! Still can’t believe this all started with that darn mushroom meme >.< Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

"So...this Shadow...where do we start?" Aaron prompted again when the silence stretched on.

"Simple. Devana and I are creatures of light. Aaron, you're a witch with light magic and Zaviar a King. We wait for the Shadow to come to us. It won't pass up the four of us in one place for long, hungry as it is and with everyone evacuating to the Council Hall." Tristan answered finally with a plan formed in his mind. 

A risky one, but one that seemed the only option with the least casualties to the greater population to their community in the Southern Kingdom. And the other Kingdoms it seemed as well, at this rate as far as things were going.

"What is the status on that, currently?" Zaviar crossed his arms in thought as he began to pace slow and deliberate, the wheels began turning in his mind. Unease was evident and no longer hidden behind his usual poker face.

"Ongoing. All hands are on deck to help the Guardians but there are still too many refugees enroute. Not all are accounted for and we can assume many are being picked off in this way." Tristan straightened as he knew where this was going.

"That includes my building. No one within my building has been notified of the evacuation notice, there is still 3rd shift arriving and clocking in as we speak for janitorial." Zaviar passed another glance at his computer and tapped his chin.

"Our first priority is always the citizens. We should follow protocol and get them to the Council Hall, but there is a high chance that the communication error that affected this building affected others as well. It could be that no one in any kingdom knows to evacuate."

"Or it could be that it's only the Southern Kingdom and the Council sees their opportunity." Tristan hated saying it out loud but knew by the look on Zaviar's otherwise smoothed poker face that his train of thought was right on the money and was why his friend was filled with such unease currently.

"Since one of the Council members is a host, in theory for now though most assuredly, it's likely they can create a shield to keep out the Shadow and that's why everyone's being told to go to the Council Hall. That means I might be able to as well, we can make our own safe haven." Devana offered, wanting to help and be of use. Especially with so many lives of innocent people being at risk.

"You're picking a hell of a time to try and find out." Tristan mused, Aaron nodded his agreement.

"Either way, we need to get everyone to a safe place. The Council Hall being on the other side of the city and now questionable for multiple reasons...This office is a modernized fortress to prevent attacks, we can easily have the employees that are already here have the desks pushed and moved out of the way to make room for the refugees. The only thing I see being a problem is the food. We only keep the café stocked and staffed for lunches and coffee breaks." 

Tristan continued on with the planning as Zaviar typed the memos and sent the emails, apparently having already decided to go ahead with it and not wanting to put trust in the Council Hall either for whatever Devana couldn't fathom.

Aaron began sending the messages via social media and texts to the Supernaturals he knew and began that chain of communication through the witch community.

Devana...didn't know what to do. So she sat back down in the office chair, closed her eyes and bothered Mooshy again.

You do not bother me child, I enjoy our conversations. Though we will have to improve our topic matter.

Devana couldn't help but chuckle out loud at that, not noticing the glances from her friends before they returned to their respective tasks. They were beginning to get used to her tuning out and speaking telepathically with Mooshy now and only Tristan was really able to follow along now that he was connected too as a child of light.

'Is there any way to shield out the Shadow and keep the people safe? Can I do such a thing?'

Of course, with time and training. However, in this time of need I'm afraid this is something I must do to ensure it's success.

'What do you need me to do?'

Allow me temporary control. You will be back in the void, safe with me, and I will place the shield around this Tower. The Shadow will not be able to enter within it's walls, however...

'However?'

There runs the risk of the Shadow's host coming themselves, should the Shadow have one or create one. And it might. The Shadow has children after all, but not all beings have hosts. 

'So if the Shadow has a host, it could still get in...and the children? The rogue priests and priestesses from Temple can get in too?'

Yes. The shield will only work on spirits, shadows and other sentient beings like myself. You will still need to be wary of others like you and your friends.

'Okay. Let's do this then. We got to save as many people as we can Mooshy, and they're all coming here. So you can take me over for as long as you need to keep them safe.'

Thank you...sweet child.

Tristan altered plans with Zaviar accordingly to accommodate for the Host and any rogue priests or priestesses who might try to crash through the Tower by physical force. He also couldn't help the trepidation the creeped down his spine at the mention of Devana allowing Mooshy control over her body. 

However temporarily.

You doubt me, my son?

'I hardly know you. Neither does she. We know nothing of your Truth that you speak of.'

You will in time. It is natural that you fear me, given what you have been exposed to.

'As I imagine Devana would say, stranger danger.'

Unlike the Shadow who uses it's children to fetch it's dinner and unlike the being of unknown origin within the Council Member who uses Guardians, I am no such being. That is my Truth. Those who remain lost in my wood and refuse to see the light within night will remain lost. The creatures of the forest understand this. They live in balance with me.

'Then what is this void you mentioned with Devana? Why does she have to go there?'

It took awhile before Mooshy answered him, Zaviar still typing away on his computer and Aaron on his phone which gave him time to telepathically converse with the being.

Devana and I cannot exist without the other. She was in the process of dying when I made her my Host. The void keeps her spirit safe from those that would do harm to it. I keep her spirit safe, from passing on and completing the process of death or from being found and devoured by spirits or shadow in the otherworld.

'So...she was dead then.' He sat stone still in his seat as he tried wrapping his head around this. Their enemy was a Shadow and could easily be one of the things Mooshy mentioned that would devour her without the protection of this being within her. 

No. But she was going to be when I interfered. If anything were to happen to me, she will complete the process. The spirit I keep safely in the void will reconnect with her consciousness and she will pass on to the otherworld. Her injuries that were sustained were fatal after all and cannot be reversed.

Tristan did not like the sound of this. Mooshy just admitted to him that her soul was tucked away in a pocket dimension and that Devana was walking around without her freaking soul. 

There was no way she would even be able to enter the Council Hall for that damn meeting after all this is over, should they survive first, with the protections set up around the hall.

It was a precarious position to be in for sure...not only did it put a target on her back with the Council with her newfound and otherworldly glowing powers of light that made them want to figure her out, Mooshy was also the only thing keeping her alive and her spirit safe from other 'things' on the Otherside from eating her very soul which apparently she didn't even have on her.

'Not even with magic? Are you sure?'

Tristan didn't know why he was getting so emotional over a woman he just met and barely knew. What he did know was that she was one of the good ones. In the short time he knew her he found she put her all in everything. In her farm work, the love of her animals, heck she even got the King to do farm work much to his surprise. 

Not that he would let on that he was watching from the sky either. He didn't want to come off that way, he just couldn't help but notice while he was keeping watch and patrolling the farm.

And now that they shared minds he could see her thought process. How much she put everyone else above herself. That she really was willing to sacrifice her autonomy to save a group of people she didn't know but knew were innocent.  

And he knew the Council wouldn't understand even half of what he knew from this conversation with this being and would condemn Devana out of fear on not having her soul no matter the circumstances behind it, whether she was innocent or not.

Mooshy was also taking it's time again in answering him while he pondered his feelings and whether they were truly platonic or not as the protector in him rose and bared his teeth at the future threats that were looming against her and his friends.

The vampire tore out her jugular with his bite. She bled out fast. Magical healing is a possibility if one was prepared for it. Tell me, child of mine, are you planning to be rid of me so soon? To be be rid of me and prepare to heal her? Do you fear me so?

'I haven't decided. I don't know you well enough. I'm just worried about her and what she's about to do to help you shield this Tower and the toll it will take on her hasn’t even been addressed yet.'

I am used to being shunned by both creatures of light and other beings. 

Tristan felt Mooshy's light pull away then before he could respond and lay dormant within him. As if shielding itself from his words and thoughts like it was hurt by being doubted by him as he tried to process the information further. For a second he felt for Mooshy.

But only a second.

There was still much to learn about the being and it's motives as Mooshy didn’t take the time to elaborate or answer him about the cost of shielding the Tower. 

Unfortunately there was much going on and they were pressed for time. Tristan just hoped he could get through this war of of sentient beings, or gods, without hurting the feelings of the one he was connected with any further.

"Don't tell me you zone out and talk to this Mooshy too?" Zaviar questioned tiredly, pausing on the keyboard mid-type as if waiting for a reply from him.

"And the other Guardians. I'm telepathically connected to a lot of people Zaviar, it's quite noisy in here." He gave a joking tap to his forehead with the tip of finger as he smirked. Pointedly leaving out the fact that he suspected he was telepathically connected to Devana as well now. 

He could certainly read her thoughts, he was just unsure if she could read his in turn. If it was only one way...or maybe she just hadn't figured out how telepathy worked with him yet.

"I can take to the skies and step in on anyone being targeted or picked off on their way to the Tower." He stated suddenly. Wanting to waste no more time in getting people safely within the building's walls and wanting to finally be able to something that lied outside of this office.

Zaviar began to nod his approval. "I agree. The dragons, harpies and those able to shapeshift into birds will be flying as well doing the same.  Everyone knows to stay glamored at all costs to avoid exposure. The Were clans are leading the respective foot patrols and keeping three main routes to the Tower clear and guarded for the coming refugees. The employees on the clock are already making ready moving office desks and chairs out of the way  on the floors below." 

Aaron nodded absentmindedly as he typed away on his phone, updating his social media and standing next to Zaviar's side as he typed sent the routes through the community.

Devana began to glow brightly once more, brilliantly blue beneath her dark skin. Her eyes shining with the light and her long curly brown hair lifted as if in a gentle breeze as she stood up from the chair.

It was like a stone lodged in Tristan's chest as he understood that Mooshy had taken control just then. He wanted to trust the forest being, but couldn't bring himself to do so. Not seeing how completely it had full control over her body as she lithely rose up from the chair.

"Dev?" Aaron asked cautiously, reaching out a hand almost instinctively. "No, I am the one you call Mooshy. Devana has given me control so that I may shield this Tower from the Shadow and other spirits."

Without another word, Devana/Mooshy walked over to the office window and raised their arms as a rune of light appeared before dissipating into the window. 

They watched uneasily as Devana/Mooshy made their way to the elevator, eyes still glowing bright making it apparent they were otherworldly, they stepped into the elevator once the doors dinged and opened.

"Change of plans. I'm sticking with Devana until she's done doing her thing just in case there's trouble." Tristan announced as he made for the elevator, his large wings he kept as neatly tucked to his back as he could but still trailing a bit behind him so he had to turn quick to sweep them out of the way of the doors in time to avoid being caught.

Zaviar and Aaron looked at each other apprehensively but otherwise both men glad that Tristan went with her.

"What do you think it meant by Devana 'giving control'?" Aaron asked him.

"I don't know. The one who might just walked out of here with her." He grumbled in response as he answered a few more emails that chimed in just then.

"Yeah well...I'm glad he did though. It's pretty obvious now that she's something else entirely. If anyone can protect her while you and I coordinate the evacuations, Tristan can." 

Zaviar looked up at his friend and gave him a small smile. He was right after all. If Mooshy hadn't walked it's happy mushroom deity butt out of there before he had the chance to put Tristan on guard detail while they set up the shield...well, it was the call he would have made.

Tristan knew him well. 

He struggled to trust Mooshy. Zaviar could tell even when he could not say and that alone reminded him to take a step back and remember to be wary. It was easy to get caught up in the wonder of magic the being had. The wonder of it all really.

Especially with her.

Being on her farm reminded him of times back when. The good days when things were less political and far more simple. Sure, there was responsibilities. Chores to do, creatures to take care of. 

But at least the farm animals didn't talk back.

"Zaviar?" Aaron drew his attention back to the present and he cursed himself. Now was not the time. To many people were being picked off on the road, being plucked from their homes even when they were to scared to leave. 

Now was not the time.

"Go ahead Aaron." 

"I'm heading down to Bloombury Ave to help evacuate the witches and others present there." He announced.

Zaviar was stoic but he couldn't help the hesitation he felt inside. With it being war out there he knew there was a good chance he was looking on his friend for the last time. He also knew that there was no stopping Aaron either, nor would he.

"Watch your back. I wish I could join out there." And boy did he. Zaviar missed his days as a warrior. 

Not the unnecessary death and bloodshed per se, but the saving of lives. He wanted to be out there with his friends doing something, physically doing something, to help his kingdom.

"Careful what you wish for." Aaron teased back half-heartedly as he took the elevator and left him alone in the opulent office as his computer continued to ding email notifications that demanded his urgent attention.

[theorangestar]

I enjoy your thoughts! Well, firstly colorblindness must be from your mind and brain, not body, because you don’t see with your body. Your brain lets you see with your eyes right? :)

Would you mind expanding this experience a little? Like what would he say to the others when he gets back to his body? Does he want to touch the mushroom, what do mako and the others say? Idk I just think it’s cool senario

I would argue that no, colorblindness is a body thing, because it’s an issue with the cones in your eyes connecting to your brain, and your type of color blindness depends on which ones aren’t connecting. And in the context of the avatar verse, the mind and spirit have more of a connection than the mind and brain. It’s a totally plausible theory that a color blind person could see color if their mind entered the spirit world without their body.

And sorry, no I’m not going to go into it more at this time. At that point I might as well just write a whole drabble, which I said I wasn’t going to do. If other people want to add on to this post, then that would be wonderful and they are more than welcome.

[frangipanidownunder]

72 for the drabbles ☺

Are you really taking his side right now?

A stretch too far

Her nails are leaving imprints on her palms. She locks herjaw and draws in a long breath. Skinner is breathing fire.

              “Are youreally taking his side right now? Because I expect better of you, AgentScully.”

              “Sir,”she says, plotting out her breaths, “on this occasion, Agent Mulder is right.”

              Skinner’seyes narrow.

              Mulder’sshoulders turn towards her and she hears his small exhalation of surprise.

              “I knowI don’t very often say that at this stage of an investigation but there isample evidence to suggest his theory is correct. You need to act.”

              Standingnow, Skinner pushes his fists into the jotter pad on his desk and leans towardsher. She holds her ground. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch when his voice boomsout at her.

              “You do not tell me how to do my job, youdo not tell me to act. You are mysubordinates and you will behave as such. Do you understand?”

              Sheswallows back a retort and simply nods, turning to the door and leaving Mulderto follow. As her hand turns the handle, Skinner speaks again.

              “Iexpect an update on my desk at 0800 tomorrow. Now get out of my sight.”

              Lookingback over her shoulder, she watches Skinner sink into his chair. And then shewatches Mulder pull the gun from his holster and shoot the Assistant Director.

Mulder leans back in his chair, feet on desk. He rolls apencil between his fingers. She sits and picks the lint off her skirt. She cantaste the fizz of anger at the back of her throat and wonders if the flush onher face has faded.

              “You didn’treally have to do that, Mulder.”

              “No, itmade a mess, didn’t it? Big guys bleed a lot.”

              “Do youthink I should go back up there?”

              “And dowhat?”

              Sheshrugs. “I don’t know. Offer to help clean up?”

              Hethrows the pencil into the air and it sticks to the ceiling. He cracks hisknuckles and grins. “That’s not your job, Scully.”

              “I know,but I feel kind of responsible.”

              “Why?You didn’t shoot him.”

              “No, butI aided you.”

              “What,by telling him you thought I was right?” He gets up and walks around the desk,bends over and kisses her with a passion that makes her gasp. “I just wanted tosay thank you for that, Scully. I know how hard it is to admit something likethat.”

              Shelicks her lips, enjoying the salty tang of seeds. “Mulder? Is this real?”

              He kissesher again, hard and presses his fingers into her nape. Her nipples tighten.“Feels pretty real to me, Scully.”

              “Mulder,you just shot Skinner.”

              He looksat her, cocks his head, breathes out and sits back against the desk. “I did.”

              “Why didyou do that?” she asks.

              “Becausehe knows.”

              Shereaches out and touches his knees. “What? What does he know, Mulder?”

              “That Ilove you, Scully.”

              A smalllaugh escapes her. “And that’s worth murdering the AD?”

              He’spuzzled and he quirks a brow. “Don’t you know, Scully?”

              “Knowwhat?”

              “That Iwould do anything for you. Anything.”

              “Includingmurdering a federal agent. Our boss. In his office. In broad daylight. Withyour own weapon. Because you love me. None of this is making sense.”

              “Itmakes perfect sense, Scully. You mean that much to me. It’s simple really. Ican’t believe I haven’t done it before.”

              Shestands, hands on hips. “Mulder. I think we’re still in the mushroom.”

              “Whatmushroom?”

              “The onethat’s ingesting us. We’re hallucinating. None of this is real. I bet if wewent upstairs, Skinner would still be in his office, complaining about our 302sand your lack of paperwork. We’re still at Brown Mountain. We’re stillunderground.”

              “NoScully. This is real. I would kill for you. I love you. Is that so hard tobelieve?”

              Sheshakes her head. “No, Mulder, no,” she whispers. “I love you too, but this justcan’t be real. This is not how it’s supposed to be.”

As they push the door open, Scully holds her breath. She cansmell the coppery tang of blood and hear the hammering of her heart in herears. Skinner is in his chair, leaning back. Mulder walks further forward,almost up to the desk.

              “Welcomeback,” Skinner says. “You both look a lot cleaner than the last time I saw you.”

              “So doyou, Sir,” Mulder says. Scully smiles and joins him.

              “AgentScully, how are you?”

              “I’mfine, Sir. We’re just here to deliver the report, and to thank you again, forfinding us.”

              Skinnertakes the report and flips through it. He frowns then looks up. “What finallymade you realise that you were still being ingested? What was the trigger?”

              Scullytucks her chin to her chest but she catches Mulder’s sly grin anyway.

              “It waswhen Scully said that I was right, Sir. Of all the strange things we saw andheard, that was just a stretch too far.”

[derrickperegrine]

Congrats Reb!!! ❄️ ofc + 📕 is there any way you could do this for Katya? Don't worry about it if it's too much trouble! 💙

hey eddie!! thanks so much 💕💕 and of course!! it’d be my pleasure ✨✨

@championkatya

best classes:

charms skazok: sometimes fear produces more monsters than reality. this research-based course revolves around researching muggle fairy tales and myths in order to draw inspiration for new charms

spell linguistics: part history and part theory, this class explores the evolution of slavic languages as the particular effects of certain sounds in spell-casting

elemental magic theory: advanced theory class based on kievan rus’ wizards’ writings on the gods of the old faith – belobog, chernobog, vesna, the zorya, etc. although the existence of these beings has more or less been disproved, these ancient writings are still helpful in defining russian magic and magical culture more clearly

worst classes:

gribism: unique branch of russian herbology that focuses on the use of magical mushrooms in potions, and also as an enhancer for spells (you spear your wand through the mushroom)

bargaining of the creatures: given the incredible density of sentient magical creatures within the wildernesses of russia, this is an essential class that revolves around communicating with these creatures in order to get out of bad situations, or to ply for favours

elective courses:

symphony casting: type of wordless magic that relies on music. the wizard is expected to use the rhythms and refrains of the music to direct their magic. makes for spectacular dueling

magical navigation: combining weather magic, charms, geography, and dueling, this course teaches students how to calmly get out of various dangerous weather situations, build shelter, fight off potential predators and opponents, as well as get back to civilisation

extracurricular activities:

tree quidditch: this one is self-explanatory

charms research committee: usually reserved for faculty only, this committee does occasionally admit an exceptionally talented student to assist with research and development efforts

additional duties:

leader of the student union: this one is self-explanatory

student cursebreaker: during the worrisome years of 1914-1991, koldovstoretz became home for a load of magical artefacts that russian wizards abandoned before escaping the soviet union. unfortunately, some of these items are cursed, and so capable students are often employed to practice their cursebreaking skills on these items

favourite haunts:

the mirrored hall: a dance practice room that also doubles as a dueling hall. when the ballet club isn’t practicing, all koldovstoretz students are welcome to spar with one another in the mirrored hall, or to practice spells by themselves whilst keeping an eye on their form

the whispering library: located in koldovstoretz’s highest tower. due to the domed shape of its roof, it is rumoured that if you whisper from one point of the library, the person standing directly across from you can hear your voice. not many students venture here, as the books here are quite old and thus considered outdated; but one shouldn’t dismiss ancient magic so quickly

pet: eurasian eagle owlshort drabble:

you almost smile as the wind howls around your ears, urgent and aggressive, but you are unmovable despite its efforts. nature cannot direct you according to its whims. you raise your golden-brown wand into the air. you bend nature to your calls.

you heart is full of fire and your mind is cool like ice. your intuition is seamless like water, and your magic crackles like energy. you are a wild thing; whoever thought they could tame you?

no person or place could ever hold you. instead, it must learn to merely accept you when you come, and not hold you back when you inevitably go. just as the seasons change, just as the waters retreat, just as the moon disappears. koldovstoretz is one such place; for you, its arms are always open and welcoming, always open and letting go.

you push open its big, heavy doors, and are welcomed by the scent of rich honey. the smell of pure, condensed magic, heavy and mellow in the air, like some hibernating thing. your heels click against the marble floor as you walk down the fanciful hallways almost a gallery with their gilded frescoes. ikons. you look at the blank, straightforward faces of those ancient heroes – rurik, olga of kiev, aleksandr nevsky – and know that one day you will join them in the halls of koldovstoretz.

but now is not a time to stay. you look around yourself, at the shimmering rooms of historic artefacts, at the mysterious but not unfriendly forest beyond the windows, at the silent classrooms full of shuffling students, at the warm halls where you and your friends will study, dine, jest, fight, live; and you see. you see that you are meant for more than this lovely but straightforward life. you meant for more than the hospitality of this school, the allures of its magic, the promise of its ability. you are meant for more because you are more. you love koldovstoretz, but you deserve the world.

you write your name down on a piece of parchment.

song: не молчи by nuteki

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