#i love to draw a cumulonimbus

[ink-the-artist]

Commission for opossumgod on twitter!

[ml-nolan]

OMG Gaultcienne 17 or 21 for the soft prompts, please?

YEEEES—Happy New Year, LFG!

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21. this is a very long hug now sort of hug

The prickle on the back of her neck tells Lucienne that there is a nightmare in the Library of the Dreaming. The sensation does not frighten her, not anymore, but it does deliver a feeling of unease. But nightmares need assistance in the library just as anyone else might, and one nightmare has been visiting more commonly as of late.

Lucienne navigates to a section of the library overshadowed by a towering cumulonimbus cloud. When she reaches the mouth of the row, sure enough, Gault is there studying the spines.

"Can I help you find something, Gault?"

Gault start, a skinny lightning bolt shooting out toward Lucienne. Seamlessly, Lucienne dodges it. Nothing to take personally.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Gault says, face lighting up her stormy face with highlights of peach and lavender. 

If a thunder cloud could be demure, if the spitting clouds of an atmospheric river could be sweet, this is how they would look. Lucienne tries to ignore the tightness in her chest at the sight.

"I am just looking for… well, you know…"

Lucienne does know. This is not Gault's first furtive visit to the Library in the past few months.

"Well then, you are in the wrong place for that. Come along."

Lucienne turns, not bothering to see if Gault is following. She can feel Gault behind her, as if she were being pursued by a malevolent sky entity. But she knows Gault cannot help that, cannot help the way her presence brings a sense of cosmic foreboding, so she is not afraid.

They cross to the section where the more recently created children's stories are kept. Many of the centuries-old ones are warnings, meant to keep children from drowning, or trusting strangers, or drawing too close to wild animals. It is only recently that stories have been built to entertain and comfort young humans. After weeks of coaxing, like trying to draw a suspicious animal from its den, this is what Gault now trusts Lucienne to find for her.

Lucienne guides her to a row packed with 20th century fairy tales, and a smile like the moon glowing through a misty sky graces Gault's lovely face. Then she quickly sobers, frozen in place. Knowing she is not yet ready to choose one herself, Lucienne makes a selection. It tells stories of bright sunny days, of fluffy white clouds that smile down upon picnics and adventures in wide open meadows.

Gault takes it in her hands as if it were a box of precious stones.

"You will not tell Lord Morpheus about this, will you?" she murmurs, as she always does. 

If she is asked specifically, Lucienne must tell the truth. However, Morpheus never shows much curiosity about his subjects unless something is very wrong in his domain.

"I will not mention it to him," she says.

Suddenly strong arms are flung around her, and Lucienne is swept into a whirlwind of a hug. The longer it lasts, the more the smell of rain on newly turned soil, of ozone from a fading cloudburst, permeates her senses. After a few seconds, she gives in, raising her own arms to return the embrace. The last time she was enveloped by clouds she had wings and feathers. 

It is not an unpleasant feeling, and not one that she wants to end too quickly.

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Comes from these Soft Prompts. My inbox is open if anyone wants to hop in with asks for Sandman, The Magnus Archives, or Malevolent ships (or any of my OCs).

[fluffyhare]

im already curious abt the new OC!! Ingrid looks so lovely~

what inspired the head shape, btw? im also very intrigued by the "one grade ahead" comment... lil Avery in school :((((( /pos so adorable

Hello! I am touched by your interest in her, thank you! 💙 She is based on cirrus clouds, pictured above.

I'm going to infodump a bit here, because clouds are my special interest (shocking nobody, haha) and all of my characters are based on real science. I'll put it under a cut, because I know not everybody appreciates my long-winded expositions, and that's perfectly okay. 💙 I'll talk a bit about your second point toward the end.

I'll start with Avery, since he's the one you know!

Avery was inspired by cumulonimbus clouds, which are the only genus of cloud that can produce all types of weather conditions. While nimbostratus can produce rain, snow, and sleet, only cumulonimbus can create thunder, lightning, and even tornadoes (if they get angry enough). All clouds can fluctuate in size, but cumulonimbus are able to grow larger and are physically stronger than any other genus. Cumulonimbus clouds, like all genera, also have their own species; Avery, specifically, is a cumulonimbus calvus (flat bottom, puffy top). If you were to touch Avery's skin, you would be able to feel that there's a storm inside of him. Looking closely, you would see that his internal "texture" is always shifting and moving. Cumulonimbus clouds always have a mixed composition (a mixture of water and ice crystals), and they can span all layers of the troposphere, so their internal temperate can fluctuate.

Worth mentioning here is that being of a specific genus or species does not mean anything for a cloud's personality; they can vary as much as human personalities can. It would be wrong to make assumptions about a cloud's about disposition based on their appearance (which, by the way -- any cloud can have any body type. The form/shape of their body is not determined by their genus or species, only their head shape, physical abilities and composition).

That said, all cloudkind are generally friendly and altruistic; they exist in a society that is based on compassion and interest in the welfare of its members, not competition.

Ingrid is based on cirrus clouds, specifically, cirrus unicus (pictured above). In Latin, the name means "curly hooks"; they are generally thin, whispy clouds, sometimes also called mares' tails. Cirrus is the only genus that contains the unicus species. Unlike cumulonimbus, cirrus clouds can only form at high altitudes and are composed of ice crystals, which is why she is always cold and would be cold to the touch, too. Optical phenomena, like sun dogs, halos, and cloud iridescence are often associated with cirrus clouds. They cannot produce weather phenomena, but they are often an indicator that stormy weather is coming soon.

On Avery and Ingrid's relationship, they grew up together, and their families are very close. Education is incredibly important in cloud society and is, of course, free and accessible for everyone. I'm planning on writing more about them and their friendship in the future. :3 I think they would have been so cute as kids, too! Personally, I have worked around children for much of my career, I have a huge heart for kids and find them fascinating.

Importantly, if I ever draw my characters as children, it will be for storybuilding purposes only and will NOT involve tickling. Canonically, tickling does not even exist as a concept in Cirropa, and Avery is the only cloud who has ever left.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Where the Tainted Kiss [Chapter Twenty-three] Shades of Red [Vaas Montenegro]

A/n: I want to say thank you to those who are supportive of this story. I appreciate the love I've gotten from it since I started writing it. We're 23 chapters in with 3 chapters remaining. I want to say thank you to @burnincrown for this amazing banner made for the story. Thank you, hun. On another note, the song Liv is singing is 'Ordinary World' by Duran Duran from their 1993 album Duran Duran. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): hallucinations, drug use, Vaas being Vaas, death, gun use, betrayal, anger/shouting, murder, unanswered questions, insults, punishment, Liv accepts that her death is inevitable, breakdowns.

No Minors Allowed!!

In less than an hour the island was consumed by rain. Liv sat in the front seat of the Scavenger, teetering from side to side as she followed the windshield wipers across the glass. 

A hand in front of her face made her lurch in fear, drawing her attention to the driver, a pirate whose name she didn't know. She could hardly see his face due to the bandana over his mouth and nose, but his brows were knitted in confusion.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Liv shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't exactly sure, but the motion of the wipers at that moment was entertaining her. 

"Handle your shit, Olivia," Chris ordered.

She peered over her shoulder into the backseat where he was sitting and narrowed her eyes. 

"Fuck you."

The two pirates on either side of him looked at one another in confusion, not aware that Liv was talking to someone dead, or rather someone who her drug-induced mind was creating. It didn't seem to frighten them too much considering how strange and maddening the island could be, but they still looked uneasy. 

"Turn the radio on or something," the pirate behind her ordered. 

She heard the driver shift and when the lyrics to Mama Morenita poured from the speakers, her eyes widened. 

"I love this song."

Chris turned up his lifeless eyes, but Liv ignored him and turned around to face the road. She never realized it before, but the jungle during a rainstorm was stunning. As she hummed along to the lyrics, she stared in awe at the scenery; the ambiance was dark and soothing. 

What I wouldn't give to curl up with a good book and listen to the rain. 

"You're fucking delusional," Chris stated. 

Liv tightened her jaw. No shit. She was reaching, but only because she knew what lay in store for her. Trying her best not to think about it, she got lost in her high and rested against the seat as the Scavenger tore down a back road into the mountains. 

When at last they arrived, Liv expected Vaas to be waiting for her, but instead, she was greeted by a helicopter sitting in an open field. Its blades were already in motion, slicing at the air, and tossing rain. Her stomach churned in fear as she was ordered out of the vehicle, not a fan of heights, and rushed over to the helicopter. 

Once inside, she was shoved in the middle arm-to-arm with two of the pirates from the Scavenger. The third sat in the seat next to the pilot. Then without warning, the giant metal cage rose into the air, rocking a bit as it rose to its desired altitude. Liv tightened her fingers around her seat belts and sighed; her high was fading too quickly. She was hoping it would have lasted the entire trip, including the few hours she had left to live, if she had that. 

Further northwest of the island, the rain began to quell. The dark cumulonimbus clouds shrouding the sky opened up allowing the sun to break free. It was honestly a captivating sight. Liv peeked out the window at the ocean below, mesmerized by its beauty. She never took the time to notice before how clear the water was; hues of blue and green reflected off its surface back at her. 

And as far as Liv knew, this was the last time she could appreciate it. 

Tears poured down her heated cheeks as she silently cried, trying to quell her shaking. Her life was a tragedy that she wasn't able to escape. 

Perhaps I should thank Vaas. At least I'll be free.

She sat in silence as the helicopter descended on the outskirts of an island that she wasn't familiar with. At first, she thought it was the prison camp she escaped from, but on further inspection, Liv could see that it wasn't. The latter was much smaller and from the distance she could see that this island had a large settlement in the center.

"Home sweet home," the pirate on Liv's right stated. 

"Fuck you, cocksucker!" The pilot retorted. "I have to take the helicopter back and patrol in this fucking heat because the bitch can't be trusted."

He had to have been referring to her. Liv turned up her eyes in response. Boo hoo. He chose this career; it was his problem. 

Being ushered from the helicopter in a rush, Liv was pulled to the side as one of the three radioed in on his walkie about their arrival. In response, they were instructed to approach the front gate of the camp. It felt like the world was shifting. Chaos was inevitable and Liv could only follow orders, knowing well that she was walking into a metaphorical hell. 

The inside reminded her of a Girls Gone Wild episode. There were pirates everywhere; some patrolling and some cheering scantily clad women as they danced to the music that played on the speakers around the camp. What was this place? 

The buildings were made of corrugated metal and wood with an overgrowth of plants either on the roof or creeping up the side of their structures. And the further they walked, the more vegetation Liv saw. She was pleased that no one paid her much mind, but a few pirates did stare as she was led to the center of the camp where a massive controlled bonfire was raging. 

In front of her stood an old storage building with a forklift ramp and a large red door. Liv recognized the pirate symbol painted on the metal, a sign that she had made it to the gates of hell. 

This is it.

"We're here," one of the pirates escorting her announced into his walkie. 

No sooner had he said this, than the red doors creaked open. The noise alone made Liv jerk in fear. She was taken up the ramp and into an open room with cargo containers. Green, blue, and purple neon lights hung from an open gate to the left marking the direction in which she was to go. 

And as she walked into the room, atop the hood of a yellow wrecked car, sat Vaas, gun in hand. Her stomach churned in dread. 

Pointing the gun at her, he motioned for her to get on her knees. Liv did so without complaint and averted her burning eyes to the floor, closing them. 

"No, no, no," she heard Vaas utter. The sound of his shoes on the concrete alerted her that he had stood, walking over to her. "I want you to look at me, Olivia. Open your eyes." 

Liv tightened her jaw and peered up at him. The gun was aimed at her face. 

Vaas knitted his brows, noticing her dilated pupils. He knew this look too well; she was fucked up on something. Ignoring it, he took her keychain from his pocket and let it dangle from his finger. 

"You know, I knew something was off when you handed me this, but as much as you covet the past I thought 'Vaas, she wouldn't leave it behind. No. You are reaching, motherfucker'. Well fucking played." He paused to laugh. "I respect that, I do. Not a good poker face, but you managed to pull one on me."

Vaas scratched at his brow in annoyance.

"You fucked me good."

Reaching between his legs, he grabbed at his crotch in a lewd manner. Liv knew he was referring to both physical and emotional.

"Coño (pussy) so good it bends men to their knees, no? Right over my fucking head." Vaas clicked his tongue as he motioned over his head.

"Fuck. And those tears. 'I don't want you to die, Vaas. I'm not a fucking monster'. Fuck!" 

Clutching the keychain in his fist, he turned and tossed it at the car, managing to shatter the window. Liv squeezed her eyes closed in response, but it was a mistake. 

"OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES! LOOK AT ME!" Vaas shouted in anger. 

Liv did as he ordered, but tears blurred her vision. 

"Stop fucking crying!" He aimed the gun at her to emphasize his point. 

As much as Liv wanted to break down, she kept herself from doing so. Her nails bit into the palm of her hands as she clenched them. 

"Where the fuck were you going to run, Olivia? I own this fucking island. It's my reino (kingdom)." Vaas asked. 

Not why, but where. Did he not want to hear the truth? Liv suspected not. But how would she even explain it? Knowing that his patience was running thin, she opted to tell him part of the entire story. 

"To the Rakyat," she uttered. "I found them… And your sister, Citra–"

"My fucking sister? Did she tell you that you can be a warrior? Hmm? That you can save the island like Snow White," Vaas asked with a laugh. 

He was in disbelief. Men were easy to bend to her will. But Olivia. He found this all to be humorous. 

"She drugged me w-with something and dumped me in the jungle to die. I never wanted to liberate this island. I'd rather watch it all burn," Liv retorted.

She didn't care how cynical she sounded. It wouldn't matter once she was dead. Furthermore, she didn't rat out Jason being alive even if he deserved it. 

Snorting, Vaas kneeled in front of her, turning her face. Liv did look a little worse for wear and it was true that she was still a bit high. He didn't want her to be for what he had planned.

"Take our little pirata (pirate) and put her in an empty cargo container," he ordered. He tapped her cheek. "I want you sober."

Liv was confused. What the hell for? She didn't understand why he wasn't shouting at her. Or ending her misery. As one of the pirates yanked her onto her feet, she stared at Vaas in annoyance until he was out of her line of sight. Somehow this was much worse, delaying the inevitable. She was taken to one of the cargo containers inside the storage building and locked inside. Bathed in darkness, she curled her arms around herself and tried to stop her shaking. 

"Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue. Thought I heard you talking softly," Liv sang quietly. "I turned on the lights, the TV, and the radio. Still, I can't escape the ghost of you." 

She paused for a moment and turned on her back, groaning as the cold metal bit into her skin. For hours, she sang every song that came to mind from the playlist on her phone, having nothing better to do with her time. Her high had already worn off and though her eyes were adjusted to the dark, she couldn't make out a single thing in front of her face. She was entirely alone; not even Chris remained, though she reckoned it was the hallucinogens that kept him alive in her head in the first place. 

Continuing to sing under her breath, Liv heard a low scratch outside the container. It echoed down one side to the front and then stopped. She sat up and peered into the darkness, feeling fear rise as she waited for something to happen. When it did, Liv was in shock, hearing the door unlock and then open. It took a moment for her eyes to readjust to the light, but when they did, she saw Barto standing at the entrance with a shovel in hand. Her heart sank.

"Come on, puta (bitch). We have a job to do," he stated. His tone was laced with annoyance, but Liv didn't blame him.

She was more confused than ever. 

Following him hesitantly from the container, Liv trailed behind the pirate quietly as he led her through the camp to the entrance. She had no idea what his intentions were, but she was terrified. 

"You got nothing to say?" Barto asked, peering at her over his shoulder. 

What was there to say? Liv felt no need to apologize again. She sighed with unease. 

"What sort of job is this?"

Barto scoffed in response.

"The fuck if I know. But because of you, I have been roped into whatever shit this is."

Liv turned up her eyes. She didn't care if he noticed. He'd do the same in her shoes, or so she'd like to think. 

"Let's just get this over with."

Outside the camp, near the edge of the road, she noticed a pair of familiar faces; Carlos and Vaas stood waiting; the latter was reading what appeared to be a passport. Liv knew her anxiety was about to get much worse. She kept her eyes down as they approached them.

"Olivia McKenna. Born February 26th, 1986. An Aquarius." Vaas paused to click his tongue. "Mierda (fuck)! Rude… Rebellious… A loner."

Liv tightened her jaw. She was extremely tired. This fear she felt was smothering her. She just wanted it to be over.

"Can we just do this?" 

Vaas hummed, raising a scarred brow. He tossed the passport book to Carlos. 

"¿Perdóname (pardon me)? Do you have something to say?" 

He sauntered over to her and turned her face toward him. Vaas could see that she was scared, but the exhaustion in her eyes made him realize that she wasn't the same frightened and compliant Liv who he had shoved in a cage at Break Neck Home. She was shattered, on the verge of a breakdown. 

"If you want me to die, then pull the trigger. What are you waiting for Vaas?" Liv asked. She wanted to live more than anything, but there was no way he'd allow her to. 

The said man snorted. He released her and looked back at Carlos. 

"Do you fucking hear this?"

Carlos merely shook his head. 

Taking out his gun, Vaas took a step back and aimed at Liv. However, when the gun went off, echoing around the jungle, it wasn't her who he shot. The look of disbelief on her face as Barto fell lifeless to the ground beside her was beyond words. 

Why? This wasn't supposed to happen. Liv felt sick to her stomach. She fell to her knees on the soft, muddy ground and took an uneasy breath. The world around her was spinning. 

"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?" Vaas shouted, motioning at Barto. "YOU WANT A FUCKING BULLET IN YOUR HEAD!"

Liv shook her head. No. Why would she want to die? She didn't understand. Her eyes burned with tears. She couldn't quell the overstimulation that was devouring her. Trying her hardest not to cry in front of Vaas proved to be too hard for her. 

"I can't do this. I can't," she sobbed.

The idea of this man fucking with her emotions frustrated her, so much so that she buried her fingers in her hair and screamed. 

"Do it if you're going to fucking do it! Shoot me! DO IT!" Liv paused to take a deep needed breath. She felt like her lungs were about to explode. "I'm sick and tired of this game, Vaas. I'm not some toy you can tinker with to satiate your boredom. Why do you think I ran? I was never going to survive you."

It shouldn't matter to him, it really shouldn't, but when she dared to look at him, she noticed how livid Vaas appeared. His green eyes were wide, staring at her like he wanted to choke her out, but was conflicted. He grabbed the shovel that Barto had dropped and tossed it onto the ground in front of her. 

"Dig," Vaas ordered. He glanced over his shoulder at Carlos. "And don't let her fucking leave until it's done." 

What was she digging for? Liv wanted to ask him, but she opted not to. It honestly wouldn't surprise her if he replied that it was her grave. Vaas stormed off soon after, leaving her alone with Carlos, who ignored her as she stood. 

Assuming she was meant to dig a grave, Liv drug the tip of the shovel through the mud doing her best to make a decent-sized rectangle. It was a bit misshaped but in her opinion, it didn't have to be perfect.

She shoved the head into the ground and shoveled one big clump of mud from the center, struggling a bit to lift it. At least the ground was still soft. Liv wasn't a stranger to hard work, but even she knew this was going to take all night. 

For the next six hours, give or take, Liv worked tirelessly to dig out the grave. With a few breaks to gain even a little strength in her arms back, she was able to pull through without a complaint from Carlos. Perhaps it was because he opted not to speak to her the entire time; she couldn't blame him. The little trust she developed with him was long gone.

Liv let out a pained groan and slumped against the dirt wall in exhaustion. Her palms were covered in blisters; some had ruptured, coating her muddy shaking hands in a bloody liquid that made it hard to clutch the shovel. 

Hearing the click of a gun, she covered her eyes as a light flashed on her. At first, she was confused, but like a brick to the face, she understood. 

"You have big cajones (testicles), princesa (princess). But don't misjudge me. I respect that you put up a fight, but if you ever try to run, I will be the first one to hunt you down and put a bullet in your head," Carlos had stated in a serious tone.

"Is it time? You did say if I ran you'd be the one to put a bullet in me," Liv stated quietly. Her throat was dry and sore. 

"Time for you to move your ass and finish," Carlos retorted. 

So the grave wasn't for her. Did Vaas intend to shoot Barto the entire time? Liv snorted in disbelief. It made sense. She got him into this situation; his blood was on her hands. 

Pulling herself from the grave took more effort than it should have, but once she was out, Liv gently wiped her sore hands on her pants and used the shovel to help herself walk. 

Carlos kept the light on but shouldered his gun.

"Let's get this shit over with."

He instructed Liv to grab Barto's feet while he grabbed his arms, then they dumped his body into the hole. 

"Thanks," she uttered.

"Don't thank me. I would be out here all fucking night waiting on your ass to finish if I didn't help," Carlos retorted in annoyance. 

Liv was speechless. She stood there a moment, staring into the dark hole. It was like being at a wake, except no one had anything to say about the deceased. She reckoned that she could, but it was her fault Barto was dead and she doubted that the pirate beside her would appreciate it. He seemed to be on good terms with him, always making jokes at her expense. 

With a sigh, she began to shovel dirt back into the hole, but Carlos stopped her. He took her passport from his pocket and tossed it in, along with what appeared to be her license. Something about this action made Liv want to cry. She knew what this meant. 

Olivia McKenna was metaphorically dead and gone. But why wasn't she buried here? 

Whatever Citra gave her was still in her system, making her act rather foolish, despite her current situation. Liv knew that she was in danger, but at the moment she didn't exactly care. 

[ewyyyew]

Apparently, I am a psychopath who specializes in fantasy

（It's my own interpretation of the character, very personal and silly. Sorry.)

Leo, when no one sees you, you seem lost.

It's hard to see someone. Physically, you need a healthy retina. Spiritually, seeing the intentions behind a person's behavior and caring about the needs and feelings behind those meanings is seeing.

One needs to be seen by whom one is seen to come to clarity about one's existence. If you have never been seen, oblivion is your true death, Leo, when you desire to be seen, you will unconsciously look at others. Maybe the fact that you give first makes you feel like you're the one giving the other person leverage to try to look at you, to draw them to look at you. Every time you tell some joke or flirt, how you want them to laugh at you.

It's like you feel seen and remembered when you're reflected in the eyes of others. But when they casually look away, you gradually lose your vigor and feigned confidence. You're afraid to face the meaning behind oblivion; you don't want to just fade away and die like a wilted sage.

Melancholy wraps itself around you like a cumulonimbus cloud, and I watch you burn in a dreary gray-blue. Maybe the support of romantic love doesn't fulfill your spirit, and a girlfriend won't be the antidote to your depression and anxiety. You're like a ravenous campfire, making your flames grander and brighter by stuffing them with all sorts of charcoal. You crackle and long for someone to stop by your side.

To be seen, not forgotten, I might like to call it love, and you crave it so much that it makes you perish in flames.

[tumblingxelian]

E6 - Confessions Within Cumulonimbus Clouds

CRWBY that title has implications.

Also oh snap flashing lights warning.  

Oh snap a first person Jaune flashback. 

He also landed in the beach. 

So he found a tree that grows clocks, took one and time starting flowing backwards, holy shit that was horrifying. 

Well snap there go any of my “He ascended” theories, he really did just stay there and build a house, that boy got lotsa new trauma. 

Also it seems Alyx didn’t arrive alone, there goes another theory. 

OK Little is there and so is Ruby. 

Not a fan of the shipping bait and the tone shift doesn’t really work in this instance. 

I like the discussion, Ruby & Weiss are clearly spiraling while Blake & Yang are more optimistic. Also I was a bit leery of older Jaune meaning he would get to take command so :/ 

Oh shit, Jaune doesn’t like CC. 

Ooooh no, (OO) 

Yikes this is getting very grim. 

Alyx had a brother, he was absorbed, it seems CC is not on our side, sad :( 

THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!? 

Ponder storm, clever! 

See now that bit of comedy worked, poor Weiss XD 

aswdqwxqw3qwx Jaune don’t you try and drag the Bumbleby’s, youhave not the right XD 

How do we take the next step? 

Summer is in Ruby’s reflection, SUmmer is in Ruby’s reflection!!!! 

Penny is on Jaune’s mind, Atlas on Weiss, SUmmer on Ruby’s. 

Love the stylized story telling. 

Oof, sad Alyx is so different from what we expected, though it seems to maybe be partially the Harbalists fault? 

OK, but this is odd, cos CC didn’t want to go to the tree at first and needed to be bribed, so is Jaune slightly off base or was CC being coy? 

When we’re together on that platform, oh Blake you are so in love Also literalizing the barriers they were scared to cross, that’s one way to force development XD 

 Pfft, Yang you are terrible at flirting, its cute XD 

Expressive ears for the win. Cute ears, cute pose. 

WHAT IS THIS SONG, I NEED IT! 

Yang was not ready for this level of sincerity. 

The wind dying down as they share more and more, love it. 

THEY WERE SO CLOSE AAAAAAHHHH

Yang is afraid!!!!!!!! 

YEYEYYYYYEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!

CINEMATRI, BEAUTDUL WORDS!!! 

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES YEEEEEEEEEEEEES! 

People were right! 

its so beautiful!

OK so I think Jaune was wrong about CC, cos it seems like it was CC’s uncertainty drawing them into the story. 

Also CC wants to go to Remnant, maybe Little can go to Remnant (OO) 

Was hoping Yang would be the one to lift her leg, but honestly I am so overjoyed right now I don’t care, this is so cute and casual and sweet I love it. 

Jaune has waited almost as long as us XD 

Jaune has Crescent Rose! 

THE FUCK IS IT DOING TO HER!? 

Well that’s ominous! 

[three-moons-watching]

gosh. okay. i have this like- Rapscallion learned about the idea of neopronouns by some of the members of his crew, i think, (i just made that up), and he absolutely LOVES the idea of neos and even started using some himself, but because of the introduction of uncommon pronouns by multiple members of the crew, he’s trying to figure out how to like. how to be inclusive of everyone? i guess?

he tries to figure out an easy system to figure out what everyone’s pronouns are at any given time, so- so get this.

he brings a whiteboard on board.

he gets a whiteboard, and he attaches it to one of the walls on the deck, (the back wall, probably, next to some doors that lead to a room/the lower deck. from there he draws a bunch of boxes and labels each box with a crew member’s name

“There!” Rapscallion calls, capping the marker and setting it aside. He whisks around, waving a wing to present the board to Petrichor and Parrot, “Now we all have a spot for our pronouns.”

“Ah,” says Petrichor, tilting faer head, “Right. How do you want this to work?”

“Easy,” Rapscallion answers, uncapping his marker and turning back to the board to tap at one of the squares, “You see my name here, right?”

“Top middle because you’re the captain, yes.”

“Right, right- so! The idea is,” he begins to write out his pronouns in the box, a neat he/they for all of the crew to see before turning back to Petrichor and tapping the box again, “you put your current pronouns in your box, and then anyone who sees them knows how to refer to you!”

“Oh,” says Parrot.

“Very clever, Captain,” says Petrichor.

“I can put mine in next if you want me to, Captain.”

Rapscallion startles at Atlas’s appearance over the top of the board, seemingly appearing out of thin air as usual. He grins at the three of them, his antenna flicking playfully.

Rapscallion returns his grin, passing up the marker, “Be my guest.”

the whiteboard doesn’t end up working. the crew’s pronouns change much too often, (with dragons like atlas, cumulonimbus, sundial and. well. too many others visiting it at least twenty times a day), so eventually it just became easier to use whatever pronouns they asked for last, and then adapt if they told you something different

[sword-of-summer]

All of them answer every question fuck you

ahahaha no i respectfully deny your "fuck you" and i accept the ask and so-

i am 5'10", and i don't wish to be taller or shorter- i am the perfect height for hugs and messy hair, and yep, i like it here-

dream pet would be a mix of golden retriver and a husky called Holly and a chonky cat called Loki- yes ofcourse my future kids have names everyone should name their future pets-

ripped jeans/black pants with a Darth Vader tshirt or a Ethnic Fusion Kurta with black sneakers/artificial leather slip-ons, and if it's cold, a black jacket open obviously- and a black wristwatch i love my black wristwatch.

favourite video game was Clash of Clans and going even back, GTA Vice City and, the og- MARIIOOOO

three things/people are Oreos, Nutella and Pizza. The Holy Trinity-

"Beware me my fingers are smeared with chicken popcorn grease"

you didn't mention an opinion, @chunkybirb, so imma give my opinion on Vanilla ice cream and Nutella- ANYONE WHO HADN'T COMBINED THESE TWO COMBINE THESE TWO THEY ARE FUCKING AWESOME

im either phlegmatic or melancholic bruh idk maybe ik or maybe not

im v v v v ticklish

not an allergy, but an intense hatred for ketchup- i vomit if it gets too close to me fuck you ketchup

im heterosexual

any between tea and coffee but full milk coffee (ik, kill me), never had cocoa- but i love a chocolate or nutella milkshake

both. both is good. (cat and dog)

i would be an elf cause hell yeah, knowledge and wisdom

favourite youtuber is Samay Raina, a stand up comedian turned youtuber who is just awesome-

as i mentioned in 1., i am 5'10"

i would not change my name cause it's the coolest fucking name ever, i am Tanay, and Tanay in Hindi means Son, and my parents literally named their son Son, and hell yeah i like it

i forgot how much i weigh- last i checked it was 75 kilos, but ive gained weight since 2019 so yep, gotta walk in the mornings

yes i believe in metaphysicality cause one- it seems cool- second- me and @theclassyghost discussed a metaphysical life theory that i really really like and metaphysicality gives preservation of knowledge so i believe in spirits

SPACE. SPACE. SPACE.

im not that religious, no

pet peeves no well nah not really

nocturnal def nocturnal i sleep at 4.50 anyway hehehehe

fav constellation is Cassiopeia

fav star is Sirius tho

what the fuck are ball jointed dolls

i do have a fear of losing people that's just anxiety i guess

yep, global warming is real

never thought that much about reincarnation tbh but maybe, i do

fav movie is Spider Man : Into The SpiderVerse and Inception and The Dark Knight Rises and Revenge of The Sith and yes, for my indian gang, 3 Idiots and Gully Boy

yep i get scared v v v easily

i have had no pets but i plan to once i grow up

@chunkybirb 's blog is fucking cool awesome and *chef's kiss* a masterpiece

blue calms me. i love blue.

live in Norway cause pretty lights, snow, and less people than this overpopulated country i am in

born in Mumbai, India

v v v dark brown like it's almost black but no it's dark brown

introvert

horoscopes and zodiacs, i do read them, never believed that much tbh-

HUGS I LOVE HUGS

i really wanna visit my brother i haven't met him in a long time i really wanna play cricket w him just like old times

my sister- she's annoying but well i care for her

nah

tattoos idk bruh im okay idk may get one or may not get one

nope, smoking is ewwww *vomits*

ah my crush- she's cool [ if she exists

when the chalk doesn't write on the board but goes iiiiiieeee I HATE THAT

a sound i love is rain pitter pattering i just hhhhhh sends me into happiness

nope fatass here

nope fatass here

favourite actors have to be eddie redmayne, oscar issac and pedro pascal- and margot robbie and winona ryder in the actresses section also yes, elliot page

bruh already answered in 30.

im okayish!! spotify and tumblr, cool combo-

my hair are okay being black for me

yesterday, monday, from 6.40 to 6.50

music

uhhh naah not that i know of

well in Rick Riordan's Magnus Chase books, the sword of Frey aka Sumarbrander TALKS and demands to be called Jack, so here i am

bakwaas, music and comfy

yep, i believe in evolution

unfollow on hate and when they dm me sending nsfw pics ugh why are people like that

follow, well, i like people and they seem cool, so i follow them

fav kind of person is the one who'll sit with me for hours not even talking and just vibing to music

fav animals are beavers, doggos and cats

three fav blogs are @chunkybirb, @theclassyghost, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @aredhel-of-gondolin, @sue-me-imbadass, @alleenkaas, @my-ackerman, @brrrrrrrrrrzone

fav emoticon has to be ☹ this me seeing my stupidity outrank others

fav meme has to be Butternut is a master of psychological manipulation

INTP

Libraaa let's go

no dog, i have

black darth vader tshirt, black pants, black sneakers and black wrist watch

i have no selfies my phone has no cameras i live in eternal darkness

what the fuck are platform shoes

i, uhhh, i remember weird things like what i drew in class in 3rd while i was supposed to be doing english

lazy ass here, no front flips possible

i like birds they fly

nope i don't Iike swimming i like blankets

wrapped up in blankets reading books sounds better than both

ketchup

hyperspace travel

nope none

reading writing eating sleeping

my friend

tumblr seems cool

i have around 60-70 idk

yes i can run but why

yes they do but what's the fun in that

nope I'd fall over

sapphire let's go

koala bear or panda

sunflower or the one on a lemon tree

ketchup store

one cup of coffee is enough, tysm

read minds that sounds cool cool yeaaahh

nope never wore it a black clothes guy here BatMan

winter winter all year long

i don't know and i don't wanna try

i don't know and i don't wanna know

everyone cause they are better than me

bookstores cause bookstores any bookstores

sneakers, black onez

apparently some gas bitches mixed up to form a planet

non vegetarian but i partake meat just twice or thrice in two weeks

i don't know they don't seem like liking

naaaaaaaah

bugs ew

spiders ew

about the fact that i come off as arrogant and overconfident while in reality it's just that my communication skills suck

i can draw averagely whenever im in a mood

this thing im answering but i like answering it

uhhhhhhh brain freeze- idk bruh questions are good they give knowledge

yep, while sleeping

ahh yes calming, they are

cloudy days cause fucking cool vibes

hehehe wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

CumuloNimbus i really like it's name yknow nimBUS

dark blue, dark blue always or black

naaaah no freckles

fav thing is when they laugh and it's just happy and we're both laughing like shitheads but who cares we're rebelling against depressing life and we laugh

both. both is good [ fruits and vegetables

sleep but i have to answer 170 questions cause @chunkybirb

sky sky sky it's my blog's header duh uh sKy

sweet and sour candy. SWEET AND SOUR CANDY.

dim lights it makes me feel cool

ahhh so here we go- Mooncalfs, Thunderbirds, Phoenixes, Sphinxes, Dragons that seem to be Space Nebulae, and more and more and more

i really feel like a boomer sometimes

i love everything about this site/app it makes me feel happy cause i like the people and the posts

uhhhhh i think too much about everything cause i just do. i like thinking

"He's dead, guys. For the sake of The Force, please watch Star Wars now he wanted to discuss it with you" actually no i would just say "A big shoutout to Garlic Bread he loved Garlic Bread"

myself cause i should be sleeping but sleep is for the weak and i am the weak and the strong i am a paradox-

that i obsess too much on things and try involving people it never works out

nope. had braces for 4 years, that beat out teeth showing smiles

i prefer computer-tv ahahahahaha

never tried them, so IDK

naaaaah not motion sickness- never travelled by sea so idk seasickness

lobed ears

yep i believe that deeds do count in life and beyond

idk bruh i don't believe in physical attraction too much- bodies are fake- mentally/metaphysically tho, im a 7

ahhhhh many many Stupid Genius, Tani, Tanu, Tanya

i still do-

i really want to talk to a therapist. converse. and discover.

im both, i am both.

10:1 is the ratio- giving 10, receiving 1

uhhh nothing just when i am right and people use the old "disrespect" argument

3, Hindi, Marathi, English

girls

uhh no i am not

my hair i love them everyone says things about my hair but i love them

knowledge vibes i give, someone tells me- and that's all i ever wanted

anyone i know tbh, my mutuals, my friends, my discord friends

ahhh no i wouldn't but i wish i was born 20 years earlier

bleh bloo, neither like nor dislike

i don't know if i have one

i don't know, haven't had physical contact in a long long long time in a galaxy far far away

the above point stands but i would like to ig

anything i write, 3 hours later, i instantly hate just idk why

anything i write

that i am normal no i am not and i am not okay hahahahaha

65-70 ish people

somewhere around-

many many many don't ask please but okay if you do ask

somewhat

uhhhhh idr exactly but i won't tell in public duh uh

mediummm hairrrr

last year lockdown i became harry potter

i don't know buddy i seriously don't know

yep i do cause knowledge i like knowledge

naaah never tried

no i definitely cannot stand on my hands or my head for more than 30 seconds

yep, im pretty sure i answered most of them correctly-

og link-

[the-ritzy-raven]

*deep breath* wind shear, downburst, iridescence, snowfall, ice storm, troposphere, cumulus, cumulonimbus, tornado, red sprite, elves, green flash

Wind shear: If you were a character in a fantasy novel what would your choice of weapon be?

Probably the enchanted sword one of my OCs carries, which as you might have guessed, is named Windshear. Who doesn't love a magical artifact that can summon stormy weather at will???

Downburst: Do you love surprises or hate them?

Already answered from the last ask, but in short, I hate them.

Iridescence: Is there a piece of art that speaks to you? What is it?

I honestly can't think of one off the top of my head. That isn't to say I'm not drawn to art at all, far from it. My mind is just drawing a blank. Sorry.

Snowfall: Is there anything that makes you feel strangely nostalgic?

There’s a whole host of things. Replaying old video games, rereading my favorite series' from when I was a kid, rediscovering old songs that I had briefly forgotten about, watching snowflakes silently drift about illuminated by bright orange street lights, and the trilling of frogs among a chorus of chirping crickets in the dead of night. Any one of those things will instantly whisk me away from the present to days long gone.

Ice storm: Have you ever had a gut feeling about someone or something that turned out to be true?

Yeah, someone who ended up becoming my closest friend! No sooner had I stumbled upon them for the first time when I almost immediately felt this intense feeling of, “Oh, we’re going to become friends, aren’t we?” I’m so glad that I listened to my intuition for once and broke out of my shell to try and talk to them, otherwise neither of us would be where we are now. We may have only been talking regularly for little more than a month, yet there’s a connection between us that seems to run as deep as the depths of the ocean, and finding someone you instantly click with like that is a rare occurrence, particularly for severely introverted hermits like myself. For that reason, this person will always have a special place in my heart. Moral of the story? Always listen to your gut.

Troposphere: If you could visit any fictional world of your choosing where would you go?

The Unknown from Over the Garden Wall, which might seem like an insane choice, and it probably is, but dark, creepy forests populated by horrific beasts and whimsical folk alike have always appealed to me in some odd way.

Cumulus: What do you hate that everyone else seems to love?

Now this is something I could rant endlessly about because there are too many. Alcohol of any kind, coffee, the feeling of sunlight on my skin, Nutella, the scent of freshly cut grass, high waisted jeans, pastel colors, Breaking Bad, Funko Pops, eating out at restaurants, going to the beach, non canonical character shipping, fanfiction, podcasts, audiobooks, and wearing sweatpants or leggings. Just to name a few.

Cumulonimbus: What do you love that everyone else seems to hate?

Again, the list is kind of extensive. Black licorice, eating hummus with a spoon as if it were pudding, biting KitKats and Oreos instead of taking them apart, cheesy rom coms, glitter on everything, owning physical copies of games, movies, and books, sleeping with my curtains wide open at night, spiders, characters breaking out into song in movies, power metal, cold showers, the newer generations of Pokémon games, the song Fireflies by Owl City, dubstep, used books with signs of wear and tear with little notes scribbled in the margins, bad puns, and underwater levels in video games. I could go on but this will end up as my autobiography if I do.

Tornado: What is something that makes you irrationally angry every time you see or hear it? 

Already answered but the hopper in Minecraft, improperly folded burritos, and fake pockets.

Red sprite: What was the best book you have ever read?

Definitely Fire Bringer by David Clement-Davies. It’s a lesser known xenofiction fantasy novel that just grabbed me like no other book has. It isn’t high literature, but the writing style is poignant, almost poetic, and dripping with nature imagery that makes it all too easy to get lost within the setting and story. 

ELVES: What was the best prank you have ever pulled on someone?

I haven’t really pulled any pranks on anyone, but I have something similar. Somehow, I once convinced one of my brother’s friends that knucker dragons actually existed when I made up a story about one living inside the giant hole in the forest floor close to where we lived.

Green flash: What is one thing you want to experience before you die?

I don’t really know, I have so many that it’s hard to choose just one. Some things that are high on my list include seeing the northern lights in person, going storm chasing, visiting the Great Smoky Mountains, eventually starting my own family, and publishing my own fantasy series. 

[sunca]

Hello!~ I would like to request (SDC) Star Platinum x Stand OC. The stand user is kind, bubbly, and an artist. She doesn't really have the hots for Jotaro, let alone Star Platinum. However, her stand, which is sentient, LOVES to cuddle with Star Platinum and admire his muscles. She/it isn't a fighter since it/she uses psychic powers, but she/it loves watching Star fight. Is that a little too much? Thanks anyway!

"𝒮𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎"

Star Platinum x Stand OC

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One shot.

Warning : blood, kidnapping, forced.

Count : 4657

Of course not, Octopus. I really like that idea and thank you. ^^

Well, at first I had a hard time writing this. Don't get me wrong. It's just I got three ideas in my head and I didn't know which one to choose. So, I wrote all three of them down and decided to draw lots for that.

But then on Friday night, I just went 'Frog it. Let's combine them." Haha.

After this, I realized I might need to make some changes in the rules. So, check it out. Ok?

If you ever feel unsatisfied with this, feel free to slide into my inbox or ask box. I don't mind.

Recommended song : Moon and Back by Alice Kristiansen.

Sorry for being late. Please forgive me for the messy art. Enjoy. ^^

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Wheats swaying under the compact rays. Reaching to hold tight to the gust which fleetingly egressed. The cumulonimbus of grey clouds sited around the horizon. Faint blue, orange and red surrounding them. The field filled with crops and trees. Some small houses here and there. A young woman running at front and a group of puppies chasing her with enthusiasm. A faint of grey tainted on the milky flat surface. A pair of alluring eyes observing the scene. The eyelids flattered and their focus went back to grey and white paper. The image coming into shape with every stroke she pulled. The graphite tip sliding under the fingers like a magic wand. Obeying their master's commend.

The girl tripped and rolled over to meet with the welcoming licks on her elfin face. Their tiny tails wiggling at the contact with their beloved human. Giggles rumbling out from her chest. Being tickled by their small feet and nudges. When she rose up, a puppy in her hands and she playfully bit its ear with her lips to receive another lick. She couldn't stop giggling in joy. She then in between laughter, looked up at the female who was watching over her. A small figure waving her hand. She didn't put the pencil down and waved back. The brunette then put the golden fluffy ball down. She stood up and brushed the hay, dirt and dry grasses off her clothes. Her legs taking her to the woman who was sitting under the shade of a tree.

The puppies catching up to the young female steps. One of them jumped on the other and playfully bit its neck which resulted in the one from the under yelping in response. It then struggled and ran off, leaving the one behind. The crackling of grasses opened the eyelids of a 4 years old golden retriever. It lifted up its chin to check if any danger were approaching them. The woman beside it, put her hand on top of its head and scratched which made it to close its eyes. Savouring the paradise of its own luxury.

"(Y/N)! Can we play in the rain before we go home?" The young woman asked. The older woman's eyes shifted from the dog to her. She then focused on the dark clouds approaching them. Thunder bolts triggering in them. She then turned her head back to her sister. The golden fur slept flat under the brushing of her hand. Her rosey lips puckered like a rose bud.

"No, ViVi. You're already 19 and I'm 21. We're not kids anymore. Besides, I don't think it will only rain. See?" To her pointed index finger, Vivian turned to see the flashing under the mist of grey. A puppy making his way to his mother tripped and fell side way. "I think that's a whole storm there. I would rather keep you, Olive and the pack safe while both mom and dad are away," she continued. The puppy's tail swung side to side.

"Hmm... I thought we could still have some fun together, (Y/N)."

Disappointment in her tone. "Woof!" The one in the field barked into the tall crops. Vivian turned her head to the direction and saw the golden spheroid dislike at the corns. "Berry! Come here, girl!" She called out to her but she kept throwing her anger towards the innocent mealies. When she whistled, the pup glanced back to her but hesitated to head to the two women. When a harsh breeze marched at your direction, Olive's attention quickly went to her baby. She didn't waste any time and ran towards Berry. "What's up with, Berry and Olive?" Vivian asked and you stood up. Your right hand occupied with a sketchbook and a pencil.

"Dunno," you shrugged. Vivian then followed Olive with a puzzled look. Occasionally looking down on the path she was taking. You noticed the rest of the puppies were alerted. All of their gaze on their sister and mother. You didn't want any harm towards your dear sister. So, you tagged along with her. When you were in 5 meter range to Olive and Berry, you saw something moving in the fields. "Vivian," you called out to her. Your sister too distracted by Berry. "Vivian!" The eyes of the dark shadow made contact with yours and then, in a flash, something rushed in air towards you. You didn't understand why the oxygen won't reach your lungs. Your hands reached to your throat to feel warm liquid gushing out. Your mouth overflowing with sticky substance.

A faint cry and noises blurred in as you turned your head to see a woman struggling in the arms of two strangers. Her hair in a mess. Tears smattering on her face. A golden fur waved as it jumped to attack one of them. Only to fell away with crimson liquid splashing out. 'Vivian?' Noises rang in your head but too far to catch what they were. You glanced to the motionless dog laying still in the position it fell. 'Olive?' That was the last thought as your body unstable and the darkness pulled the curtains down.

×

The ceiling was dark with a faint yellow glowing on them. The droplet of water echoing in the dead silent room. The sound of woolen blanket took over the silence, signaling you woke up. You put a hand over your head. The light headache didn't do anything good to you. Taking a sharp breath in, you observed the surrounding. Your legs poking out under the dark blanket. Stoned floor and wall. A lantern with some bugs flying around it. A woman sitting on the chair. A table with a few papers and books on it. A bookshelf with dust and cobwebs on it. Untouched.

The scrape of the chair against the floor rang as she stood up. Your vision filled with her. She then headed to the entrance. The door creaked as she twisted and pulled the doorknob. The heel hit the stoned floor, emitting short sounds with every step. With a loud echo, the door became a barrier between you and the woman. Your attention went back towards your legs.

'What happened?' The eyelids fluttered once. The alluring orbs playing peekaboo under them. 'Where am I?' The glance shifted its direction. Jumping from one place to another. 'Why am I here?' Thoughts altered in your head but only stayed as questions. Your puzzling thoughts settled down as the wooden door once again opened. Revealing an old woman with peculiar clothings and a tall wooden club in her hands.

"You must be hungry, Child." A welcoming smile twisted into a unnerving one.

×

You fell into the mattress with a loud thud. Exhausted from a rough day. You didn't fight them physically and yet, your stand detecting all those stand users beat you up. Not to mention you had to sneak a message every once in a while to those underlings of Enyaba and this tiresome heat of Egypt. You felt a soft chill down your spine and your stand came out to looked around. Checking for any stand users nearby. Being the radar for the Joestar's tour group. Polnareff came out from the bathroom with white foam and a toothbrush struck in his mouth.

"Wuu short tak ah bat fast. It whale cwear wor mine," Polnareff talked while lifting his chin, not wanting the white stuffs to fall over his chin. Your stand nodded in agreement and approached you. "What?" You lifted up your head at gibberish Polnareff just spoke. "Pol Pol, you can speak three languages? French, English and that one which I don't completely under-WHOA!" You clinched onto the sheets while your stand tried to get you off from the bed by pulling at your ankles.

You sulked at your stand which made your stand to smile at you. She then patted your head making Polnareff laugh which resulted in him coughing on the liquid dripping through his throat. You and your stand giggled at clumsy attempt Polnareff did. When he spit it out and washed his mouth with water, your stand tried to undress you. You yelped and struggled from her grasp, screaming how it's inappropriate and that a male is present in this room. She then stopped and glanced at Polnareff who was covering his face with his hands. Peeking in between his fingers.

She narrowed her eyes at Polnareff and he chuckled. She then picked you up and walked into the bathroom which made Polnareff stepped aside and said in a sing song voice, "Ladies first." Your stand nodded acknowledgingly and closed the door. You having no strength to even move. She then stripped you off and bathed you like a baby. She washed your hair and you relaxed into her care. Having your stand as your motherly figure isn't that bad at all. The shampoo dripped with water and entered your eye which made you close your eyes and whine at her.

When you came out, dressed in pyjamas, your stand was drying your hair with a towel. "(S/N), I appreciate you taking care of me but I can't see where I am going," you told your stand and she stopped. You saw Polnareff, Kakyoin and Jotaro sitting on the floor. Snacks, juices, beers and water bottles sat in the centre. Kakyoin was drinking water, a cigarette lit on Jotaro's lips and Polnareff was eating a pear. Their attention went to you when they heard your voice.

"Hello, (Y/N). Please don't mind us," Kakyoin started once after the water went down with his adam apple bobbing. "(Y/N), you gotta try these. These are really juicy!" Polnareff spoke to you and you walked up to them. You sat in between Polnareff and Jotaro in their circle when Star Platinum came out. "ORA!" He called out to your stand happily. Your stand stopped helping you and hugged Star. Your stand looked so happy. You picked out a water bottle to get some hydration. Polnareff kept offering you the pear and then you took it. To feel the richness on your tongue.

Star platinum kept talking in his war cries and your stand listened with every nod. When she tried to communicate back, there were a lot of hand gestures. She didn't let go of Star's arm though. She kept squeezing the muscles in rapture. Both you and Jotaro looked at each others. Feeling weirded out but you both brushed it off. He tried to punch you when you two first met. You're normally a sweet and forgiving person but Jotaro being rude to everyone he just met isn't something you were fond of. But you were glad he didn't insult you or call you bad names anymore.

That night was memorable. You and Kakyoin cheering Polnareff's drunk dance and song. All three of you laughing at drunk Jotaro's dead puns and jokes. Silently listening to Kakyoin's ghost stories from his hometown. Them promising to visit your home in the future. Everything was really fun. You felt like you had your childhood back again with them. Before you knew, you were attaching emotional strings with them. You felt at peace with them. Like you got some friends. Some good friends whom understood you.

When all of you get knocked out, at the open window, Star and your stand were sitting there. Appreciating the beauty of the night. Stars sparkling like stable fireflies here and there. "Ora," Star Platinum pointed to a star faintly glowing in the dark blue decorated with white cotton in them. The moon smiling at them two. Your stand nodded and searched for the one he was pointing at. Once she saw it, she nodded. Star then started explaining about how he got to knew its name. He then shifted to his owner's past. How he missed his mom and dad but also vexation with his father for being absent in his childhood and teenage years. How he had to grow so quickly despite being a 17 years old.

Your stand's hand fell onto his and he glanced at you. Remorse in his eyes. When he broke into tears, she pulled him into a comforting hug. He then poured every pain out. Your stand glanced at Jotaro who was whimpering in his sleep. She then let out a soft sigh. Caressing Star's broad back. Being a 21 years old, it was hard to deal with a vampire holding your beloved sister as a hostage and sent you off as a spy to betray your newly formed friends. You being a good person at heart, your stand felt weight in her chest. Feeling concerned for you and everyone caught in this cob web.

×

When Kakyoin rejoined your group, you were gratified but your stand wasn't because she sensed a bad news following along with him. He finally asked about your past again. You told them the same thing again but one hole in your story cornered you. Everyone lost their trust in you but you cried and apologised. Every worry you held, every second thoughts you had, everything fell from your lips with your tears. Even though they felt empathy and sympathy for you, they didn't know what to do with you anymore. Polnareff felt betrayed, Kakyoin was in rage, Jotaro knew you held some secrets and wasn't suprise, Avdol comforted your sobbing form, Iggy rubbed against you and Mr. Joestar was deep in thoughts.

"Mr. Joestar! We can't keep her like this! She was clearly working for Dio and who knows what is true and what's not!" Kakyoin yelled. His hands were partially shaking. He was completely in despair. He didn't have any friends before but when he got, he was met with disappointment. It was clear he was frustrated. He felt sorry for you but he didn't know what to do with you anymore. He knew you were a really kind person. He knew it wasn't your fault but the fact that he couldn't help his own buddy exasperated him.

Polnareff was as silent as Jotaro. They didn't try to make any protest. No words came out. No. Nothing. Avdol defended you and told Kakyoin that you had your reasons. Just like how they were doing this for Mrs. Holly and how you were just trying to keep your sister alive. Every words went through your ears like knives. Stabbing your heart and causing you more pain than you have already suffered. Their bickering dropped when Joseph cut them off.

×

It was clear Dio was after Jotaro and the group. The mansion was dead silent and dark. You sneaked in and your stand also came out. She then detected your sister at the reading room. You headed towards it in a rush and found her. You were glad to see her alive and well. But when you dragged her out to get out of this hell, she struggled.

"You don't understand, (Y/N)! Lord Dio loves me! He looks forward to see me everyday and he cares for me a lot!" The first thing that fell out from her mouth after she slapped away your hand, shook you. You walked through hell for her and she appreciated you with her undying love for that undead. You made a bet with the devil, put your life on the line to bring her back home safe and alive. But looks like that devil blinded her. Mocking you in your face.

"What?" Your irritation displayed in your eyes. The two young woman stood still at the entrance hall. "What did you just say?" Tears started to well around your eyes. Blurring your vision. "He loves you? Just by wanting to see you everyday? Just by acting like he cares for you?" Your shoulders started to tremble. Sobs taking over your chest. Your stand came out to hold your shoulders. Telling you to calm down and not to lash out at your younger sister. She wasn't the one in fault anyway.

"VIVIAN! HE WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY WE WERE KIDNAPPED! HE WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY WE WERE CAUGHT UP IN THIS MESS! HE WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY I HAD TO WALK ON THE BLADE! HE WAS THE ONE WHO HELD YOU AS A HOSTAGE AND TOLD ME TO BETRAY MY NEW FRIENDS AND IF YOU THINK SOMETHING YOU SEE EVERYDAY LOVES YOU, YOU SHOULD MARRY THAT MIRROR BACK AT HOME!" Your body trembled and your legs failed on you but your stand caught you and gently put you down. Only the echo of your sobs were heard. Your sister couldn't move. Thoughts bundled in her mind. Too complicated to pull out a string.

"I w-went through ev-everything to keep you a-alive, Vi Vi. Let's just g-et you back home. Mom and D-Dad must be worri-ed," Feelings blocking your way. "Pl-Please, Vi Vi," you begged at her for her own safety. To give you a chance to protect her. It seemed like she got it. She kneeled down in front of you and apologised. Hugging you tight and taking off some weight off your shoulders.

×

You watched the fight caused by the old grudge. Your stand out with you to keep you safe and help them as much as she could. Admiration and concern mingled in the shine of her eyes. You led Polnareff to them by using your stand. When Jotaro's life was in danger, Polnareff left your side. Even though Jotaro played dead and tricked Dio, you knew he was alive. When they changed locations, you followed them. With an intense chill down your spine, your hair standing up, you noticed Jotaro achieved his true ability. Even in stopped time, you had those feelings even if you couldn't witness or move. Having a sentient stand was an advantage for you.

×

This was the last arrow you tracked. You, Polnareff and Jotaro finally get some rest. The three of you chilled in a restaurant and ate dinner. It was a chill session until Polnareff got drunk and sung out loud. Jotaro and you were laughing out loud and sang along. He sang it a lot of times and now, even you two mesmerized the lyrics. After everything you went through, you didn't give a frog about people sending your group glances. You deserved some freedom after all. Even though, it disturbed the others.

After that, the three of you ran around the town and bought some souvenirs. Polnareff, Jotaro and their stands tried on hats, glasses and silly poses which didn't fail to make you laugh. You and your two friends had fun all evening. Before everything went dark, the three of you sat at a nearby hill and watched the sun set. Tomorrow was the day to head back home. Polnareff back to France, Jotaro back to Japan and you back to your family. You would surely miss them after this. You didn't want to go home yet. Maybe not wanting to leave Egypt. Maybe just not wanting to leave these two dorks.

While you were too occupied with your thoughts, a blurred muscular figure drawing close near to a ghostly figure in the background. Their lips came in contact. Left with soft smiles on them. You felt something pressed on your lips and you turned to gaze upon your stand making out and being touchy with Star Platinum. You then met Jotaro's tortoise ones. "Ack!" "Yeck!" You two acted like children who saw their parents kissing and that caught Polnareff's attention. He then saw the whole thing and asked, "Wait. You two are dating?" He asked. "He's not my type," you defended yourself. "I am not interested in humans," Jotaro replied to Polnareff and both of you took that wrong way which ended with you two teasing him.

×

You woke up by a loud noise and opened your eyes to notice you were on the wooden floor. You stood up, your body still half asleep. Your stand and Star platinum was cuddling on your bed and maybe accidentally knocked you over. You opened your mouth to tell your stand to move a bit for you but both Star and your stand looked at peace in each other's arms. So, you didn't say anything to them and picked up your pillow from the floor. You then threw it at Jotaro who woke up by a thud at his face. Usually, you are a good person but no one disturb your sleep. And by that means, not even a single soul. Now, you were in a foul mood.

"What the f*ck?" Jotaro narrowed his eyes at you and then at the love birds. He then groaned and rolled to the other side,and kept your pillow as something to hug tight in his sleep. You walked pass his bed and stopped beside the one Polnareff was snoring in. You held his arm and shook him. "Polnareff...," your voice started to sound whiny. He didn't open his eyes. You scratched your neck and shook him again. "Polnareff!" Yes. You were whining. "Eh? Wha? Who? Which?" He opened his eyes and looked around. When he saw you, he blinked.

"Oh... What's wrong?" He asked in closed eyes. His hair silky and spread around his head. You pointed to your bed and replied, "I can't sleep." Polnareff then groaned a bit and raised his head to look over Jotaro's shoulders. "They're at it again. Huh?" His head fell back to the soft mattress. He then moved to the side for you and you kneeled onto the mattress. "Come here, Sherry," he opened his arms for you. Both of you were too sleepy to comprehend what he called you. You get into his arms and laid your head his arm. You put your arm on his waist and your leg on his thigh. He's your personal pillowcase now. Even though he didn't open his eyelids, he put the sheets over you and hugged you tightly. The light snoring echoed in the dimly lighted room.

×

The giggles of a baby and Polnareff's voice filled up the living room. "Peekaboo!" Polnareff teased the child and that never failed to make the baby smile wide. Jotaro wasn't the best with kids but since he was her favourite, he didn't have any problem letting her sit on his lap. The baby then clung onto Jotaro's shirt and tried to stand up. He then supported her with his hands under her armpits. She pulled his shirt over and searched for that birthmark. When she found what she wanted to see, she smiled at Jotaro. He just brushed it off with his catchphrase. The similar but smaller birthmark on the back of her shoulder stood still.

You sighed and stood up from the sofa, leaving the two love birds cuddling more space. Vivian coming in with snacks and drinks for the visitors. You glanced at Jotaro who handed Vivian her daughter. "How is Mr. Joestar doing? How comes he doesn't join us this time?" you asked while picking up the potato chips. Jotaro heaved an irritated sigh. "Good and busy." That ended the conversation between you two. Even though, you knew he didn't mean any threat in it. Maybe he had other problems with his life.

Polnareff started the conversation again. That the hunting for the arrows wasn't over yet. About its origin as much as he found out. You told them about the women who made through alive and how some had possibly Dio's offsprings. All reported towards Speedwagon Foundation and that they can call you whenever they need help. Jotaro went on about figuring there are more stand users now and that they are misusing their power. How you guys need to put an end to it. Working for SWF wasn't that bad after all. You still have in contact with your comrades and figured out how to keep your sister and your niece safe.

Star talked about how he was doing, how things had been going on, how Jotaro's focused on studies, how Jotaro barely fight anymore and how much he missed her. Your stand also told him how she was doing, how you got a job in SWF, how she's helping with you, how your niece is doing, how much she adores him and missed him. When they pulled in to kiss, you covered your niece's eyes out of habit. Your sister was confused at your unusual attempt, Polnareff was laughing till his bum bum hit the carpet. Jotaro cracked a smile and covered it with the shadow of his brim. You felt really embarrassed and the red tinted on your ears proved it.

×

People moving towards their own direction. Busy as they seemed. You in a tight group hug. Knowing your friends are gonna follow the path set by their own fate. You didn't know if you will see them again or not. That's why you wanted to treasure this moment. The little baby whined a bit. Wanting to join into your group hug. When you three broke it off, Polnareff went to her and kissed her cheek. Chuckling when she grabbed his earring. He took it off and let her keep it as a memorable gift. She kept chewing it with her small teeth. When he pulled away, her small hand lingering to touch his cheeks again. Leaving half of his heart with her.

Jotaro only patted her head. Saying, "Yare Yare." Her little fingers clinging onto his big ones. "Ya...re... Yare," she replied and the three of you gasped. Jotaro with a proud smirk. Your sister in joy because she started talking finally after 2 years. Polnareff fussing over about it because she didn't start with 'Pol Pol' even though he taught her plenty of times. You realized there was a start of something at the end of this. A heart warming smile on your lips.

The two lovers holding onto each other tightly. Not wanting to go. How he melt into her palm on his cheek. Savouring their last moment together. Not wanting to go. Her smile put an ease into his worried and sad heart. His arms around her. Surrounding her with his muscles which she adored so much. Maybe that was their last kiss. Maybe not. Who knows. His body separated hers. He having to stay in his master's range. His fingers traced onto her palm and then fingertips till there were no contact. He didn't turn back to his master yet. His eyes lingering onto her. Her eyes welling with tears. Not wanting this to end. "Ora...." Soft and delicate as a string of silk. Unlike their love for each other.

The baby mewled as her two playmates's back got smaller in the vision. Her face red like a tomato. Baby tomato as Polnareff's nickname for her. This made you chuckle a bit. Her hand stretching out for them. Her fist waving, signaling them to come back to her. Both of them turned to look at her. Polnareff raising his both hands and waving. His bag swaying. Jotaro tipped his brim at you three. "Bye Bye!!" Polnareff gave his farewell to have her crying out for more. Your sister held her delicate little hand and waved it. You looked at your stand crying and glanced around. Then acted like you were trying to wave and patted her back.

If fate still have surprises for you, you just wish your friends were one of them and your stand wish for the same too. If it were meant to be, you will definitely meet them again in the future. Age, appearance, experiences. Surely, they will differ but that would be the reason for you three to get drunk and sing that song again. Together. Surely, that would bring the other half of Star's heart back to him again. Surely, there will be only happiness and nothing to mourn or long for anymore. Surely,...

Surely.

[avengerscompound]

Daydreaming

Daydreaming:  A Scarlet Witch Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Word Count:  1055

Rating:  G

Square filled:  @marvelfluffbingo - Cloud Watching

Warnings:  None

Synopsis:  Wanda finds you cloud watching and you decide to show how all the things you can see.

Daydreaming

You lay in the grass staring up at the sky.  It was one of those perfect summer days.  Not too hot and the sky a clear blue with fluffy white clouds dotting it.  It was peaceful at the compound today.  You could hear the sounds of people training but they were far off and really, the sounds of the birds in the trees nearby were much louder and added to the peaceful feeling you had.

You were probably going to have to get back to it soon.  Lunch was a finite time and you were already pushing your luck.  But sometimes, with the work you did, you just needed to disconnect from the Avengers and reconnect with the world and what you were fighting to preserve in the first place.  Here helped.  It centered you and grounded you.  Reminded you there was more in the world than just the fight.  There was the promise of what there was at the end of the fight.

The soft swish of the grass alerted to you of her approach.  When her shadow fell over you, you turned your head to look.

Scarlet Witch.  It was the call sign she’d chosen for herself.  Not that many of you used them.  The public might call Tony, Iron Man, but to the rest of you it was ‘Tony’, ‘Tones’, ‘Stark’ or sometimes ‘really?’

While Wanda was just Wanda.  No one ever shortened it or called her by her last name.  She wasn’t ‘Wands’ or ‘Wan’.  She didn’t have a nickname.  She definitely wasn’t any pet name that random men might try and use to diminish her.  It only took them doing that once and they wouldn’t do it again.

She had chosen Scarlet Witch though and looking up at her you could see why.  She looked like the human embodiment of magic.  Beautiful and powerful.  Her knee-length red jacket seemed to reflect the sun off it, adding to the general feel of magic surging through her.

When she smiled though, oh god you could drown in that smile.  She was just the softest and most loving person you had ever met.  You hated to even imagine a world where you hadn’t met her.

“What are you doing all the way out here?”  She asked.

You smiled up at her.  “Just cloud watching.  What are you doing?”

She sat down beside you and lay back, resting her head on your shoulder.  “I guess I’m cloud watching too.”

You smiled to yourself and wrapped your arm around her.  The warm weight of her body against yours was comforting and familiar.  You nuzzled at her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.  She was your home.  The bit of normal you came back to at the end of a day of costumed supervillains.

“What have you seen?”  She asked.

“Mmm… I saw one that looked like a dog.  And one that looked like a duck.”  You said.

“Clint will be sad he missed it.”   Wanda teased.

“Maybe he didn’t.   He sees everything.”

She chuckled and shook her head.  “Maybe he did.”  She pointed up at a cluster of fluffy white cumulus.  “That looks like a pegasus.”

You looked at the formation tracing around it with your eyes.  Drawing out the shape that Wanda had seen hidden there.  The long horse head with the flowing mane.  The oversized wings that turned to whisp at the ends.  “Oh yeah.”  You say.  “Brunnhilde is coming to visit.  I wonder if she has news about Thor.”

She giggled and nuzzled into your neck.  “Maybe she does.  Or maybe she’s just bringing that frog to show us.”  She said pointing.

The ‘frog’ was harder to work out.  It was a smaller cloud, higher up.  Mostly just a fluffy white lump shape but if you squinted you could see the bubble eyes and where the knees poked out.  “That’s a frog?”  You teased, breaking down into laughter.

Your laughter was infectious.  Soon Wanda was laughing too and she rolled over and wrapped her arms around you nuzzling into your neck as she lost it in peels of laughter.  “Alright, smarty, what do you see?”

You pointed up at the sky at a large cumulonimbus.  It really had no shape at all except that of a large pillar of clouds.  She rolled back over and followed the line of your finger up to it and tilted her head on the side.  “What is it?”  She asked.

“You don’t see it?  It’s a house.  A nice cozy home.”

“How is that a house?”  She teased, tickling your side.

“How can you not see the house.  It has three bedrooms.  And two bathrooms.  One of the bathrooms has one of those clawfoot tubs in it.  It’s old, but the feet are still a shiny brass.”

“Oh really?  You see all that from that pillar of fluff?”  Wanda asked.

You rolled over onto your side, curling your arm and drawing her nearer to you and looking into the green of her eyes.  She smiled softly and rubbed her nose against yours.  “Yes.  Can’t you see it, Wanda?  There’s a fireplace in the living room and a huge kitchen.  The people who live there are always cooking.  It always smells of spices and things cooking.  Soups and fresh baked bread and cookies.”

“Really?  Who lives there?”  She says, her eyes twinkling.

You point up, though neither of you is looking at the sky now.  You’re just lost in each other’s eyes.  “It’s a family.  Can you see them?”  She shook her head, but her eyes lit up like they housed tiny suns in them.  “There’s two moms and twins.”

“Twins?”  She says excitedly.  “Are they boys or girls?”

“One of each.”

She squeaks and moves a little closer to you.  “Do they have a cat?”

“Oh yes.  Of course, they do.  Do you see it, Wanda?”

She hums and nods her head.  “I can see it.”

Both of you just stare at each other for a moment.  Your smile reflected in hers.  “I love you so much.”  She whispers and kisses you deeply.  You hum softly and melt into the kiss.  Maybe it was just a daydream for now, but you really could see it that clearly.  She was your home, and one day you’d make one with her.

[palk92]

The homecoming

                                                       The homecoming

I was looking straight out of the glass window. My eyes were greeted with the the surrounding lush greenery  and the low hillocks of the Singbhum district. The hillocks were quite promiscuously visible since it was a clear sunny winter morning. I moved myself from the bedside towards the extensive verandah of this hotel room.I seated myself on a comfortable overstuffed chair. A cool breeze was persistently blowing but it had lost its early morning chilliness. I was aimlessly gazing at the clear sky enshrouded by cumulonimbus clouds which was quite rare in late December .A lot of local birds were chirping outside since this hotel was wrapped in ample greenery. The persistent cool breeze drifted my thoughts to all the positive aspects of my life. Indeed God has been quite benevolent towards me. May be I could have achieved more and  I am  nowhere close to the pinnacle of the renowned multinational company where I am presently employed as a sales executive. But however I am quite content with my life .I am quite indebted to my mother who has been a constant pillar of support after my father ‘s untimely demise. It was her persistent moral support in each and every step of my career that kept me afloat and motivated me in the right path. There were a lot of occasions when I was about to lose faith in myself, but she was the one who had immense belief in my credentials and kept on motivating me towards my goal. She was only person with whom I could confide all my feelings and emotions. However things started to change drastically after I met Tania. She was my batchmate in college. We gradually became quite close since we had many common interests which help us strengthen our bonding.I was mostly busy in conversing with Tania over phone after coming back home. My mother observed this drastic change since I no longer used to share my daily experiences with her. Now I realize she must have felt very lonely while I was engrossed in conversing with Tania. She used to eagerly anticipate our conversations which I could sometimes faintly realize from her expressions but at that time I had different priorities. But however she hardly complained and oneday she directly asked me about Tania.I did not hold back anything from her. She wanted to meet her and after few days Tania came to our rented flat in South Kolkata. The sequence of events that unfolded after that day was nothing less than a dream which would definitely lead most of the lovers to envy us. Both of our families consented in no time. I soon bagged the job of junior sales executive in a reputed multinational company which allowed me to tie the knot with Tania .After marriage, Tania also managed to bag a job of Assistant Professor in a reputed girls’ college in South Kolkata.We soon shifted to a spacious flat in a newly constructed posh apartment in the southern fringes of the city. But however I could feel that there were few niggles that created a bit of rift between my mother and Tania. There were few petty issues where they failed to reconcile. Tania often informed me about these things but I thought that my silence in such issues will not be anything less than golden. I was smart enough to realize that taking any one’s side in such matters will mean alienating the other person which I could never afford to do. But however I patiently used to listen two both of the parties without making any drastic comments. However as the days rolled on I could feel myself entrapped between two woman sentinels who were discreetly waging a coldwar between themselves while executing their daily household chores. It was a kind of situation which only men could understand and I am pretty sure that I am in the same boat on this issue with a major proportion of Indian husbands. My thought processes were suddenly derailed and I soon realized that I am seating on an overstuffed chair at the verandah of a hotel room in Ghatsila. Tania came and affectionately touched me from behind and motioned me to take a bath. She had completed her bath by then. I then remembered that I had to hurry up since we had planned to the spend the night at Jamshedpur which is just a one and half  hour drive from here.We were planning to travel there after completing our lunch. Tania was getting ready and was continuously telling me to hurry up. I quickly went on to take a bath but traces of thoughts were still quite predominant in my mind. Tania almost forced me to arrange this sojourn. I was never quite keen to come to be a part of this trip. This was mostly because I didn’t want to keep my mother alone. She has not been in her pink of her health for quite some time. She is suffering from some respiratory niggles for the last few months. Tania suggested that her mother could come over our flat and spend some time with my mother in our absence. But my mother did not relent because she thought that Tania’s father will face a grave problem in handling the household chores sans her wife. Although this was her official statement,I knew very well that her terms with Tania’s mother was quite similar to that of Tania. So I could not force this issue and had to consent that she will be alone while we are away. Actually both me and Tania always remain entangled in handling our respective careers. We hardly get the much needed quality time with each other. So I had to relent  giving up my initial hesitation when Tania decided for this trip which she thought was quite necessary for reinvigorating our nuptial bonds. I could not totally disagree with her because she was quite justified in her demands. A thought was persistently crossing my mind at that point of time. It would have been better if my mother accompanied us, but I could never muster that courage to even ask her. You can call me henpecked,but I really didn’t want to initiate conjugal agitation and I thought that this trip would also be an unexpected respite for me from the hands of the daily effeminate squabbles. I quickly went to the shower and completed by bath. I had to call my mother. She did not pick up my phone when I called her this morning. May be she was asleep,but she is an early riser.I was trying not to evade any negative thoughts from haunting my mind  since I am quite helpless being almost 300 kms away from her. Although I have told my neighbors to keep an eye on her. They are quite responsible people and I was quite sure they would have informed me if something had occurred. After coming out of the bathroom,I noticed that Tania was totally ready draped in a lovely blue saree but looked quite pensive. She informed me that our neighbor had called. My mother was running a fever and was also suffering from some respiratory problems. But things are now under control as they have provided all the necessary medical attention. Our suitcases were already packed.  I decided we had to go back .Tania was also anticipating this. She just softly mentioned that things are now under control. But I was not in a mood to continue our romantic sojourn which she could easily comprehend and so she had to relent.I called up our neighbors and informed them that we are coming and thanked them whole heartedly for whatever they have done. We completed our lunch and we drove back to Kolkata.Tania remained silent throughout this drive.I could feel what she was going through.We had planned to visit the famous Jubilee Park in Jamshedpur .Incidently tonight was full moon and the park with all its decorative grandeur bathing in serene moonlight would have been no less than our tailor-made romantic abode that could instill an indelible impression in our hearts. But things hardly pan out the way we plan it and I personally think that the almighty has some specific reasons for shaping our life in a particular pattern which we later realize. But however, I was really feeling sorry for her but these are vagaries of life .Life often assesses a single individual by providing him different roles that he has to execute at the same time .This was exactly what I was going through. My mother was quite glad to see us. She was watching a news channel lying on the sofa of our drawing room. She seemed me a bit tired but however I could feel she was quite relieved to see me. I checked her temperature and examined her medicines which she was taking. I was about to get fresh,when suddenly a news announcement of a local news channel grabbed my attention. The news representer was announcing that a series of bomb blast had taken place this late afternoon which has wrecked havock on numerous private cars and public transport vehicles. There were many casualties and a local rebel group have confirmed their involvement in this incident. The incident had taken place at the Golmuri road,a stretch of NH-18 which is a connecting road between Ghatshila and Jamshedpur.

Date:6/5/2020.

[youve-gone-incognutto-blog]

1: Clouds

Thomas was laid back on the thinning grass of a field that he probably couldn’t find if you asked him to. That was because, truth be told, he didn’t know where he was. But he was with his friend, Anna, so that didn’t matter, he felt safe, and the rest was just Geography. They were laid together, staring at the clouds, looking for pictures. It was a uniquely human habit that Thomas personally didn’t understand. He thought it odd that, upon seeing a towering mass of swirling vapour and ice high up in the sky, so twisted and abstracted by the winds and time that they held no resemblance to anything organic, most people would find nothing to say and so would fill that void with “Hey. That one looks like a duck.”

Thomas was rather fond of clouds.

Thomas had Opinions about clouds. The one that usually won out, though, was that they were not done justice by the average person. For example, if you were to walk up to someone on the street and ask them to draw a cloud, the end product would probably be something akin to how you imagine canfyfloss looks like. Thomas had never in his life seen a cloud that looked like ‘how you imagine candyfloss’ looks like. They don’t look like that. Ok, occasionally a cumulonimbus might look a bit like that, but clouds don’t look like that.

Thomas was the kind of person who sometimes thought in italics.

The point was, this fluffy cartoon cloud simply didn’t exist, but everyone seemed to believe it did. It was a lie, foundless and soulless, and in that Thomas saw another uniquely human trait; the ability to tell a lie so often it becomes true. Well, not true as in True true, but true enough to not be considered false. True enough to believe in. He saw it in those hard-edged, made up clouds and he saw it in Anna’s persistent belief that her boyfriend, Arseface, was not a prick.

Arseface was one of those people who would probably have been attractive if not for their personality. He was tall, arrogant, rude, and pretty smart. He had an annoying habit of occasionally being quite funny. When he was upset, his lips scrunched up in an odd approximation of a scowl. He probably thought this made him look threatening, or perhaps he was unaware of it, but in the end, it just made his face look vaguely arse-like. Hence, Arseface. He probably had a name, but Thomas hadn’t bothered to learn it.

“Hey.” Thomas blinked up at the sky, disturbed from his thoughts. He turned slightly to look at Anna, the sunlight making a corona of light around her head to his unfocused eyes.

“Yeah?”

“That one looks like a duck.” Thomas looked up at the sky and saw no ducks. He smiled anyway.

“So it does.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “How long ‘till the others get here?” Anna sat up, squinting at her watch. She was wearing one of those pleated coats, mittens, a scarf, boots, jeans and a woolly hat to protect her from the ravages of what was a remarkably warm autumnal day. Thomas smiled; she looked like a dork.

“Emily and James should be, like, ten minutes tops.” She said. Thomas nodded and closed his eyes again.

“Oh my god! Steven!” The cry came with such force and surprise that Thomas thought that this mysterious Steven must have been missing for the past year or so, after sailing off one day and being caught in a storm and sinking.

No life-boats where seen and so the crew were presumed dead, but Steven was very much alive. He swam for many hours without direction, eventually succumbing to his screaming limbs and letting his eyelids slip shut. He sank beneath the cool, welcoming waves, but this was not his day to die. A family of manatees mistook him for one of their own, injured in the storm. Steven was, of course, a heavy-set man, sporting a fledgling beard, and could be said to resemble a manatee if one was feeling cruel enough. The family picked him up and lifted him above the waterline, taking turns to carry his weight, and eventually they reached land. Steven awoke on the strange shore of a deserted island and lived well for many months with the manatees, on a diet of coconuts and fish. One day, however, Steven longed for his lost home; as much as he loved his new family, he missed his old one. He spoke with the elder manatee, Schlurg, and confessed that he wasn’t a manatee, but a human man, and that he wished to return to his lost home. Schlurg nodded with the slow, accepting wisdom that Steven had come to admire, and explained that the manatees had long ago realised that Steven was a man; he spoke no Manatee when they first met, and also, he had legs and arms. They had known that he was human from the first day he took steps on the beach, but he had seemed so helpless that they took him in anyway. They taught him how to fish, and swim, and slowly they came to recognise him not only as a human, but one of their own. They had, over time, accepted him as family, and they loved him. However, they knew that this day would come, and Schlurg accepted that Steven must return to his true home.

“Child,” he said, in Manatee. He sounded oddly like Al Pacino in the Godfather.

“Yes, Schlurg?”

“When we found you, you were but a calf, lost at sea. Now I see you are a bull. You are strong, and brave, but with this pride comes a sadness. As a bull, I understand you must leave. All bulls must return home,” Schlurg rolled his admirable mass over in the sun, letting the cool side warm up. Steven nodded, sadly.

“Yes, I-“

“To mate.”

“What?”

“We will help you. Build a raft, and we will guide you home.” Steven almost cried with gratitude, and Schlurg continued. “But you must tell no-one of what you learned here. No-one. You promise me?”

“I promise.” To this, Schlurg farted, indicating pride.

“My son.”

It took three months after that fateful conversation, but Steven finally arrived home, and the first person to see him was Anna, hence her surprise. He later broke his promise to Schlurg and sold his story in his best-selling book, Swimming with the Manatees, which just shows you how much some people value family.

 Thomas felt a nudging in his side, followed by a cry of “Stevens here!” He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the approaching figure.

“I don’t get it,” he said, “who’s Steven?” Anna hit him, pouting.

“You know who Steven is. You know it upsets me when you pretend not to know his name. You needn’t hate him, you know, he likes you.” Thomas frowned.

“I don’t-“

“Anna!” shouted Arseface, causing her to leap up and run to him. They met with something halfway between an embrace and a body-tackle, and they stumbled around, laughing. Thomas smiled at them weakly and picked at the grass.

“Oh,” he said, “Steven.”

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Self-Rec Fest

Welcome to the Self-Rec Fest, where we encourage authors to celebrate their own works without shame. Fandom: Supernatural. Pairings: Destiel, Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins Warnings may apply, and summaries may be edited from the original.

Summer Blue Skies by @destimushi RPF - Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins. Complete. Rated E. Part 1 of a series.

The mission was to infiltrate. Jensen knew the consequences of capture, and when it happened, he was ready to die for his country. Misha Collins was the master of torture, and it shouldn’t be difficult to hate him, but the interrogator was hot and cold, and Jensen soon found the boundaries between love and hate blurring.

Between the Folds of Submission by destimushi Destiel. Complete. Rated E.

Castiel races against the clock as the killer ups the ante, but Dean—rich, drop-dead gorgeous, and a famously unconventional Dominant to boot—proves to be a distraction he can’t afford. As the danger grows, Castiel finds himself torn between upholding his beliefs and giving in to his desires. Can he resist his urges long enough to find the killer, or will his biology consume him?

Music To His Ears by HollyBlue2 @envydean Destiel. Complete. Rated E. On the way home from work, Castiel hears the lilting tune of a piano and eventually goes to investigate. When he does he finds his mate in Dean Winchester, who rejects him right off the bat, sending Castiel into a debilitating heat.Ending up in hospital, Castiel and Dean finally meet again...

Lazarus Writing by @jemariel Destiel. Complete. Rated E. Castiel is an author struggling to come up with his next novel. Luckily for him, a gift arrives in the mail from his publisher: a fancy new notebook and pen set with a note that promises to “bring new life to your writing”. It’s all fine until Castiel decides to write his grocery list in the back of the book… only to find the items have materialized in the kitchen. So, Castiel is in possession of some freaky magic which could be pretty amazing… if it weren’t for the fact that he just started a new novel in that book and the contents are not something he wants to see in this world.... Five Days in May by Dangerousnotbroken, @kreweofimp Destiel. Complete. Rated E. The unseasonable hurricane wasn’t the only force of nature on the beach that night. Dean counts himself lucky that the beautiful blue-eyed stranger was there to save his life. He never could have anticipated that a nameless one-night stand in a tiny storm-tossed shack would change his entire life. Like Catnip by KreweOfImp Destiel. Complete. Rated E. It's one thing to be pissed off that Cas was up late gaming and didn't come to bed when he said he would. And yeah, Cas pretty much figured there was gonna be some sulking and he was gonna have to do some groveling to make up for it. He maybe even could've foreseen the desire for a little revenge. But did Dean really have to involve the cat? Cumulonimbus by KreweOfImp Destiel. Complete. Rated E. In which Cas watches snow, Dean watches Cas, Sam is a jerk, things get out of hand, and Dean is taken in hand. Written in the Stars by @lunastories Destiel. Complete. Rated M. Castiel, one of the last of the Celestials, descended onto Earth by orders of his garrison leader. What he finds there is the soul he lost long ago, the other part of him that he'd been searching for.

Dean was a normal guy, living his life and trying to take care of his errant researcher brother. When his brother asks him for a favor, claiming that an alien wants to speak to him, he's of course skeptical.

He didn't expect that meeting to change the course of his entire life, throwing him into a war that he wasn't prepared for. Love me to Death by LunaStories Destiel. Complete. Rated M. There once was a man who feared Death. He feared him so much, he tried to seek immortality but his efforts were in vain. Eventually, he learned to love Death and everything he represented. This is the story of a mortal and a god and their love for each other. Mermen and Mistletoe by @robotsnchicks Destiel. Complete. Rated T. When Cas draws his long-term crush's name for the office gift exchange, he is determined to find the perfect gift. Unfortunately his co-worker Meg has an unconventional suggestion. Signs Point To Yes by robotsnchicks Destiel. Complete. Rated G. A series of coincidences conspire to remind Dean of his New Year's resolution—To ask Cas out. Lifestyles of the Weird and Sexy by robotsnchicks Destiel. Complete. Rated E.Dean's roommate Castiel is a pretty weird dude. He's also hot as hell and Dean might have a bit of a crush on him.The problem is Cas might be a witch. And finding out the truth isn't as easy as Dean thought it would be. I Don't Know Why by @saltnhalo Destiel. Complete. Rated E. Dean gets home from a long job to find a note on his front step. He knows exactly who it's from and what it means; it promises fun and danger and a fucking good time, and there's no way he can turn down this invitation. He can never say no to the Angel. Roll With It by saltnhalo Destiel. Complete. Rated E. For two years, Dean’s been slaving away beneath his boss – many label him a secretary, but he fucking hates that and feels like it only applies to someone wearing a pencil skirt, so he insists on his title of Executive Assistant. And for what? In the vain hope that one day he’ll manage to become an editor for Sandover Publishing, and that he’ll see the manuscript that he’s slaved over since college finally realized in print. That’s the dream, anyway. Right now, he’s fucking late. From Grace and Uniform by saltnhalo, thepopeisdope Destiel. Complete. Rated E. When FBI agent Dean Winchester was first assigned to the Ghost’s case, he was expecting it to be the same as any other serial killer hunt--frustrating dead ends, a trail of bodies, unending paperwork. What he wasn’t expecting was for it to be interrupted by a mysterious alpha calling himself Cas, knowing far too much about him and offering up not just a lead, but concrete information on his mother’s killer. As the two set off in search of justice for Mary Winchester and the countless other victims of Azazel Masters, Dean struggles to come to grips with himself. Despite his whirlwind attraction to Cas, he knows that exposing himself to his colleagues as an omega instead of the beta he pretends to be would be a mistake. Nothing can happen between the two of them; not without Dean losing everything he knows. Waiting in the Wings by @seraphwrites Destiel. Complete. Rated T. Castiel an injured hunter stumbles into a town and meets an angel who may just have be having the same rotten luck he is. Written for the Hey, Sweetheart 2018 challenge. spinning (series) by @reallyelegantsharkfish Destiel. Complete. Rated T-M. “Listen up!” Dean hollers, louder than necessary in the small space. “We are spinnin’ this bottle, and then we’re going to do some kissin’! Happy New Year!” suckerfish (series) by sharkfish Destiel. Complete. Rated E. At some point in the last couple of months, Dean became friends with the monster in the lake. traveling light by sharkfish Destiel. Complete. Rated E. Cas is, impossibly, far more gorgeous in person, and he’s taller than Dean expected, and he moves with this casual grace that makes Dean’s brain short circuit. So Dean thinks he probably looks a little like a deer in the headlights when Cas catches his eyes from the door of the restaurant. He breaks out into a smile, the full, wide one that never came out in his pictures, and Dean actually goes weak in the knees. “Cas,” Dean says. “Hello, Dean,” Cas says. Sealed lips. Tied hands. by @sternchenchas Destiel. Complete. Rated G. Dean Winchester doesn't look forward to his first day of school, but it's not because of your usual teenager problems. He would be glad if he had to deal with dates, grades and rumors about his love life. Instead, he struggles even to communicate. In a world where everyone talks in sign language, his hands are tied. He's a happer. One of those weird people who have a hard time figuring out what others say, and can't express what they want to tell. But one good deed might save him because he helps Castiel Novak. A boy who might be just as different and weird as Dean. A boy who understands even when Dean's lips are sealed. Reality of Dreams by sternchencas Destiel. Complete. Rated E. Dean Winchester has been living a boring life. At least until his brother is missing, the police think he has something to do with it, and a group of people who call themselves 'Liberi Somniorum' and live in an underground bunker ask him to join them so they can teach him how to use his dreaming abilities. As if that isn't bad enough, the police also took his car and then there's this guy in a trenchcoat who's guarding him, and some dark secret. Dean does his best to convince himself it's a dream. But somehow, sometimes, dreams can be very real, and this time, he just can't wake up. Porch Light by @surlybobbies Destiel. Complete. Rated N/A. Before he could think too much about it, Dean had reached over his duffel bag and skated his knuckles across Cas’s cheek, just once, before dropping his hand and his gaze. “I’ll leave the porchlight on for you,” he had mumbled. (Dean and Cas reunite in Lawrence after meeting in Boston 6 months prior.) Brambles by surlybobbies Destiel. Complete. Rated T. “You like the dirty mechanic look, Cas?” Dean says, winking.Cas steps back to let him in. “Not particularly.” Dean’s grin falls. He swipes an arm over his sweaty forehead. “Well, get used to it, bud, ‘cause I’m your neighborhood dirty mechanic on the days I’m not the neighborhood drunken arsonist.” Criminality by surlybobbies Destiel. Complete. Rated T. In which Dean accidentally breaks into and falls asleep in Cas's car, and Cas accidentally kidnaps the stranger who had been eyeing him all night at the bar.

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Calvis Duvide - Troublesome Tyrant

@chaoticevilfantrolls

(Heard you were doin Trollsonas)

Planet: Alternia, AU where Cusp Bloods exist and are considered more or less average trolls, and the age of conscription is 10 sweeps.

Name:Calvis Duvide To be honest, Calvis doesn’t have much of a specific meaning, beyond being a preferred lengthening of my own name. Duvide comes from the term L'appel du Vide, which means Call of the Void in French. In psychology, L'appel du Vide is a term referring to the urge to do self-destructive things without a distinct cause, like the urge to swerve off the road while driving or to jump off of a high place. Additionally, Calvis is a void player who feels drawn to the void as a sort of comfort. 

Calvis is a good name and I definitely prefer to keep it around. Now… keep track o’ this leap of logic I’m going to do here to also justify it, but Calvis is also plural for Calvus, which can serve as a reference to Constantine Calvus, a Scottish monarch who attempted to change the rules of succession of the throne and who qualified as heir, which fits with some of Calvis’ behaviors. It can also be a reference to Altolamprologus calvus, a common aquarium fish. And, lastly, a reference to Cumulonimbus calvus, a type of cloud that can look a little, uh… eldritch, sometimes. 

Yay for retroactive justification!

Age:9.25 sweeps

Strife Specibus:This one is a little tricky. Because Calvis is a trollsona, I’m drawn to giving him either bladeKind or knifeKind, as those are actual real weapons that I own and am reasonably skilled with? But at the same time, something more thematically relevant like cardKind (tarot and playing cards) might be nice? 

I’ve also given him pipeKind before, using both a smoking pipe and also literal lead pipes ala Russia’s cane from Hetalia. That’s more relevant to a massive trollsona generator me and a friend of mine made that was based on the natal astrology chart.

I definitely think in the case of trollsonas, you should go with what you feel a draw towards. If you like blades, if you feel an affinity towards blades, I’d go with that. 

You could also do the very void player thing and not have a traditional strife specibus so to speak. You’ve got a character here who seems good at talking his way into things, and who’s good at justifying his logic and having a lot of information, so maybe he could primarily rely on talking instead of fighting? 

OR you could have him utilize the tooth he wears, since that’s a nontraditional weapon that relates to his title and because it could be utilized in a way that’s a nice callback to his/your interest in tabletop games. You could utilize it like a fear spell, an intimidation roll, or even something like vicious mockery or hideous laughter. Do that psychic damage, Calvis.

Fetch Modus:Polyhedral Modus 

Calvis’ items are stored in a set of polyhedral dice (1d4, 1d6, 1d8, 1d10, 1d%, 1d12, and 1d20). It’s sort of a relic from when he was much more into playing tabletop rpgs. It’s purely random what item he receives, which is why he puts items he retrieves more often in the lower-sided dice. Funnily enough, his modus becomes more troublesome to use the more he embraces his aspect, stepping away from fortune to accept the unknown and nebulous. 

So many spots in his sylladex are filled up with items based on former or current interests, among other things that he would rather just… hide from others in general. 

Oof, I’m imagining the frustrating ordeal of rolling a d4 and landing on 1 six times in a row.

Blood color:Violet-Fuchsia cusp. The blood color is based on a blood color test that determined a hexcode value from numerical values based on personality traits of each color group (red, green, and blue). He’s kind of in a tricky situation, being just below the cut-off for fuchsia, but definitely redder than most violets. 

In the session he’s from, he’s actually in a kismesitude with the proper fuchsia (seeing as they don’t have the biological imperative to kill each other, only really squabble like idiots), who has abdicated his position as heir and given it to Calvis.

Hmmmm… I’m going to go ahead and assume you’re talking au where the cusps are still viable instead of the more established canon, so that I won’t have to fiddle with this and ruin your good fun. 

If I were going to push it into the canon range, though, I would say that him just bein a standard violet who picks up the fuschia helm for his kismesis can work about as well. 

And if I were suiting him to your au  where dual blood traits present in trolls, I could definitely argue that with nowhere else to try to represent both sets of traits uniquely, his body just kinda fell in the middle.   

Symbol and meaning: A combination of Eris and Pittarius from the extended zodiac. Eris is the goddess of chaos and discord from Greek mythology. Eris is also the name of the second largest dwarf planet in the orbit of the sun, just after Pluto.

Erises’ ma is Nyx, The Night, which is extra fitting. Child Of The Night is a great way to describe a void player. The planet Eris is also part of The Shattered Disk, which sounds cool as hell, and also means the planet has high eccentricity. Relatable, really. 

Trolltag: cynicalTeuthida Cynical: Concerned only with one’s own interests and typically disregarding accepted or appropriate standards in order to achieve them. I mean. He kind of manipulated his kismesis into naming him the heir, just because he could. 

Teuthida: Name of the taxonomic order containing squids. Mostly a reference to his lusus and 100% absolutely wholesome appreciation of tentacles. 

I think we all need to wholesomely appreciate tentacles more, if I’m being honest. …But now I can’t stop thinking about Calvis having those weird New England Aquarium ad campaign posters hanging up in his room totally wholesomely. 

Quirk:Because Calvis is a trollsona, he has sort of a simple quirk, based primarily around my personal manner of typing.

He types in almost exclusively lowercase, only capitalizing the first letter of words to emphasize them. He also has a tendency to misspell things by cutting off the last letter or last couple of letters. He surrounds his text in pointed brackets, but otherwise uses little punctuation besides commas. Expect a lot of typos from him in general, which he won’t really bother fixing.

CT: <the quick brown fox jumpped over the lazy dog>

Hmm. I do like it but I wonder if something more tentacly might be fun. {like using curly brackets instead}. It’s not really a big enough deal to stress over, but just a thought. }}=o Also check it out I Just made a betta fish.

Special Abilities:Like most seadwellers, Calvis is ridiculously strong. Probably even more so than average, given that I myself, as a puny human being, can lift about 400 lbs. He’s also able to withstand changing between salt and fresh water, actually preferring the briny water in the lake surrounding his hive to anything else. 

The idea of an extra strong seadweller scares me because Feferi is capable of dragging a whale. 

Lusus: L'lythro, a minor eldritch being that lives in a fish tank in the underwater portion of Calvis’ hive. L'lythro is known as the Denizen of Madness, and the source of the horrible whispers that fill the forest surrounding Calvis’ hive. Because of L'lythro’s terrible mutterings, the forest is believed to be haunted or cursed, known for driving lowbloods to madness or worse. 

It’s hard to describe L'lythro as anything besides a graphical glitch in the universe, sometimes taking the form of an amorphous puddle of eyes, teeth, and slime, and sometimes taking the form of an abstract concept of patterns. Calvis doesn’t mind. He loves them no matter what nebulous and unknowable form they take. He actually wears one of L'lythro’s teeth on a chain as a necklace, which carries enough residual psychic discordance to give him an unsettling aura. 

…A fun fact here is that while trying to google this name I discovered a “fossil fighters” character named The Gore King. That’s not relevant I just had to share or the knowledge would eat at my mind forever. Anyways I like this, continuing the tradition of eldritch lusii pals.

Personality: The best way to describe Calvis is ‘ecclectic’. He finds it hard to focus directly on one pursuit or another, flipping from interest to interest to endeavor to interest. Even now, as he nears the sweep of his conscription, his interests tend to branch out so much that it’s hard for him to even begin imagining what he could possibly make of himself…

So he doesn’t.

He spends most of his time collecting knowledge on whatever bits and bobs he can find, no matter how trivial, looking for some kind of validation of his intellect and talent. He reads and writes extensively, creating entire worlds he scraps once he’s become bored of them. He picks up games and hobbies like tabletop gaming and knitting only to drop them weeks or moments later. The only real consistency to him is the fact that he’s outright unpredictable. 

He can come off as a bit cold and callous, not really caring about the emotional aspect of things until it directly involves him, in which case he will get much, much too involved. He can come off as overbearing in some situations, forcing his good will down others throats so he’ll have something to parade as evidence of his virtue. 

Despite all of this absolute poncery, though, Calvis has quite a few good and sympathetic traits, no matter how much he lets them get overshadowed. He’s insightful and careful. He’s legitimately kind and gentle with the few trolls he can be bothered to care for (even including his kismesis at times). He’s just going through a bit of a rough time, nudging him gently toward his Crisis in one way or another.

I like how a lot of his traits come through as validation-seeking- which is a trait you mentioned up top but which really manages to carry through. I think if you want to carry the light/void theme and push his inversion, definitely increase his desire for Attention more. For Acknowledgement. 

Interests: Calvis has many, many interests, but not so many that he’s actually stuck to. 

He legitimately loves betta fish, especially for their bright colors and feisty attitudes. He has multiple fish tanks throughout the above-water portion of his hive, each tank filled with a small ecosystem dedicated to each of his fish. Most of them are named after snack foods. Don’t worry, he doesn’t eat them… just the fish flakes he feeds them. Don’t judge.

Calvis also enjoys collecting and decorating his hive with items of significant eldritch imagery. Teeth and eyes and tentacles are the motifs he chooses to decorate the walls of his hive with. Some of it comes off as quite lewd, not that he cares or notices much.

The rest of his interests, like collecting bladed weapons, knitting or crocheting, playing tabletop games, or writing, tend to be on-and-off. He picks them up again whenever he’s bored of what he was working on before. 

Oof, cycling through interests is also relatable. He’s a fantroll, so I can’t exactly recommend More Interests. ……..Maybe roleplay- 

Also sorry I’m just going to share one more of these ad posters because I can’t stop fucking looking at them.

Title: Bard of Void

Calvis acts more like a Maid of Light initially, relying on his kismesis for any real chance of power, yet finding luck and fortune a natural and powerful tool to his whims. He will leap at any opportunity to provide information about any topic he’s even remotely versed in, and he has a peculiar penchant for getting the right card or number when he needs to in games of chance, smirking sadistically all the while.

As he progresses in a session, or even matures as a person, he begins to accept the role of the unknown and mysterious, letting himself let go of his aggressive need to know everything, learning to go with the flow. He embraces the potential of the void, learning more about the origins of his lusus in the process. He loses out on some of his luck in the process, but like, yaknow, who cares about the outcome, man? It’s all the same in the end.

I know you’re not so keen about suggesting alternative god tiers for Trollsonas, but I did want to provide my reasoning. 

I think even if we did tend towards suggesting alternatives for trollsonas, I definitely wouldn’t. Learning to embrace the void and kind of accepting the solace of the blank sheet and getting out of the need for the limelight, the need to take the reigns and try to guide others, the despair at not Knowing what the future holds or what he wants the future to hold… It’s definitely a good route for this trollsona, narratively. 

Land: Land of Butterscotch and Tentacles

A massive desert of sugary tan sand populated by light purple Illithids, full of incomplete temples to the denizen Cthulhu. Calvis actually has two possible routes for his quest: completing the temples and receiving Cthulhu’s blessing, or dismantling them to free the Illithids from his control.

Ooh, always interesting. I do have to wonder why butterscoth tho, LOL. Sounds tasty.

Dream Planet: Derse? I prefer Derse just for the void connection and such.

Oh yeah, he’s super derse. Derse is in his blood.

Design:

Hhhonestly there’s not really a lot I would edit about his design? Violets/fuschias are high enough up that they can get away with wearing just about anything, really. If I had any recommendations, it might be to adjust the color of the undershirt or try out horns more similar to the traditional Heir Horns (hehe), but then I don’t know what Horn Rules you’re going by in your au. 

Here you see me playing with changing his shirt color to a true tyrian. I think it makes more sense- it’s a way to acknowledge his kismesitude with the fuschia- and, since he’s trying to overtake the heir position, it makes most sense for him to try to visually associate himself with the fuschia role. 

He’s a really well balanced trollsona! Thank you for sharing!

-CD

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Revisionist Histories

I

…and so the boat people watched the sky for signs of rain.  Stories of old floods found their way around the ship as the wind circled around loose clothing and torn sails. In the crow’s nest a disheveled man with a torn tricorn praying for land, and below, prisoners and slaves in rat infested rooms waiting for hunger to take them or the gods of their land to come back and reclaim the withering flesh that at one time had worshiped in the sun, and sent offerings from fire in scented smoke.

Columbus watched the sun break into a thousand shards upon the water’s face. He dreamed of a holy conquest.  God’s blessing was to him a golden key to these new Indies.  King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella appeared in the pocket of clouds above the ship like proud parents.  

The rain descended upon the ships and waves broke at the sides. The telescopes were turned inward and Columbus dreamed of a new place named for his rival—Americo Vespucci. Columbus dreamed of dolls and gods buried deep in the hearts of churches and great devastations of humanity raped and pillaged, holding on to the old gods disguised as Christ.

Americo, in the name of all that is money, bowed before great trees bearing bananas and plantains, he could smell the ocean on his breath and the people on his hands.  

 II

Listen, the people wailing jeremiads into the wind until the storm clouds of god grew grim and brought the sky down in hail stones and there was much gnashing of teeth. Above the clouds American fighter pilots joked and read radar screens diffused with light. American broadcasts sang of the homeland and anarchy and craterous dreams of homecoming.

In the sky the arch-angel Michael, perched himself on a cumulonimbus and began reciting the psalms: By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon willows in the midst thereof.

On a Nimbostratus next to him, Lucifer accompanied on the harp. The fighter jets whooshed beneath him.

If you listen, Michael told Lucifer, you could hear their prayers. Lucifer let out a single tear that fell like napalm and lit the earth beneath him.

I’m tired of the gnashing of souls and the cries of the despised and despaired.  I was truly hoping for a new dispensation, he said.

it wasn’t really part of the plan, Michael said, puzzled.

Because I would not kneel to those who made a monster of me?  I only remember millenniums now through degrees of pain.

Michael turned slowly, his wings drooping against the setting sun, I have a place in my heart for you.

Lucifer smiled, but there are no places like that left, he said, almost angrily.  

Michael remains silent.  Lucifer lets another tear fall.  The pilots cheer from their cockpits.  

 III

Slowly, as if the noise were creeping up to the top steps like auditory insects, Joseph placed his coat on the bed.  His brothers had wished for a coat like his. When he wore it he thought he could hear the voice of god.  The pigeons outside his window spoke in soft coos of indifference and the cars on 42nd street rushed down 10th avenue. In two hours he would be at the port authority and on his way to Memphis.  The sun poured through his window.  Joseph counted the money in his jeans.  Thirty-seven dollars and fifty two cents.  But he had the coat.

Staring into a mirror, its polyester dazzled him.  He imagined angels. He watched a man wrestling an angel through the night and heard the name Israel whispered from the heat pipes.  He saw great pharaohs and great cities buried in the sand.

Slipping on his sneakers and taking a last shot of whiskey, he shut the door of his hotel room, Rebecca, still sleeping, fifty dollars by her breast.  

 IV

Through the flames, Joan of Arc feels the presence of an angel. She looks up towards the sky. The men stand around her spitting, cursing, imagining her breasts naked in the moonlight and blaming such thoughts on the devil, who will burn with her naked breasts. Joan smiles. She smells the burning of her flesh. Her tears sizzle on her cheeks and rise in puffs of smoke and light. She no longer feels her legs.

Joan of Arc hears the cursing of the men in the background. She no longer inhabits their hell. Marilyn Monroe hands her a wooden bowl filled with water, everyone is cursed, she says, it’s OK, you’re good now.

Joan holds back tears by staring at her reflection in the bowl. She can smell her hair burning.  Marilyn watches the sticks grow flames from burning embers.  Joan counts her fingers and toes.  They can’t see god, Marilyn says, so they make everyone the devil. Joan smells her hands.  They smell like burnt logs.

 Joan of Arc and Marilyn Monroe walk along a road into the sunset.  I heard god before I died, Joan confessed, he said there would be no crying here.  I didn’t recognize the voice.

Marilyn looks at her smiling, I’ve been looking for a way through for a long time.

Where do we go now, Joan asks.

To a city in the moon, where the wounds of this world become stars.

 V

Helen of Troy sits on the shore. She dreams of being abducted. She dreams of Paris’ hands; his eyes.

I would’ve loved him better, Alice says.  She is sitting on a rock drawing pictures of walruses and carpenters.

--his love wasn’t real love.

--tell me again about the big horse, Alice finds a shell and traces it with her finger, I’ll tell you about wonderland and all the wonderful ways to alter one’s perceptions.

--Herodotus says the poets lied about me you know.

--What does he know?

--It hurt for centuries.  Men still read Herodotus.

 Alice places a cup of water on the beach.

--I can catch the moon in a glass of water.  This way I can visit it anytime I want.

--I’ve heard many strange stories about the moon.  Of cities more plentiful than Troy, with more riches than Persia.

--Oh pooh. Tell me again about the horse.

Helen thinks again about how men hated her, as if wars were ever really fought for beauty or love.

--I look at you Alice and think you could be my child, or you could be me.

--we are forever looking into our own reflection.

--If you love me then I can learn to love myself.  Then, these ships you see before you will sail away, without ever spilling blood.

--They’ll spill blood anyway.  Sit with me. Look at the moon with me. I will grow to trust you.