#it's like when snow white was running through the forest and was so afraid that it made the trees around her look alive and dangerous

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth by Sleep - A Fragmentary Passage - The World Within

[yandere-writer-momo]

Monster F-er Anon with some smut (For our Sexy Bushy Eyebrow Husband)

Weretiger Katsumi x Rabbit!Darling (Beeding Kink, Praise, Potential Pregnancy and as much smut as you damn want when it comes to Katsumi)

It’s Mating Season and Darling is trying to get to her den, however she realizes she’s being Hunted and proceeds to run away from the Predator, only to get caught, but instead of being killed, he’s rubbing, hugging and purring in joy for finally catching his ‘Beloved Mate’ and takes her to her- sorry, their new home

(I love Katsumi SO much, he’s so cute)

I have wanted to do a leopard reader so you’re getting snow leopard reader!

Happy Freaky Friday!

🌶️ Yandere Baki Shorts:Little Mate 🌶️

Weretiger Katsumi Orochi x Snow Leopard Afab Reader

When (your name)’s humans had abandoned her in the wild in favor of a new shifter for their exhibit, (your name) was so afraid. She’s never been in the wild before. So this was all new to her…

For the first week, it took her awhile to get used to being on her own… to being able to survive. Her white coat made her easy to spot for predators… a snow leopard had no place in this jungle nor the wild in general. And she was terrified of every sound around her.

She spent most of her time curled up in a small den she had found. The young shifter only came out whenever she was hungry to catch fish at the stream below, but even then… she felt as if she was constantly being watched.

(Your name) caught fish again today, she had gotten better over the last few weeks but it still did little to quench her hunger. She was too afraid to venture out further in the forest for other things to eat. Especially with the strong pungent scent that permeated through the air. There was a bigger predator around and she was terrified to interact with them.

As she picked at her fish, her white ears and tail shot up once she heard a branch snap from above her. Her head darted up to the top of the tree above her only to see a large tiger that stared at her hungrily.

(Your name) quickly shifted into her snow leopard form and started to flee in terror, the larger tiger leaped down and gave tail. Her head pounded from the strong scent that came from the tiger, he must be the one who had marked territory all over the outer perimeter of her den and the forest… she truly hoped he didn’t catch and devour her.

(Your name) was soon knocked to the ground, the tiger pinned her to the ground without much effort. His golden eyes stared deeply into hers while her body shook like a leaf.

She felt herself shift back to her more human form while tears fell from her face. She was going to die… he was going to eat her…

The tiger surprised her when he licked the side of her face, a man now laid on top of her. The tongue soon replaced with lips that eagerly kissed her cheeks. An excitement was held in his now black eyes.

“You’re a leopard… you’re so cute!” The handsome man exclaimed in excitement while he slowly pushed himself off her. His orange and black ears flicked back and forth. “I’m sorry if I scared you…”

(Your name) could only cry while he tried to shush her. His thumbs wiped away her tears with a frown.

“Hey it’s okay… I’m Katsumi.” Katsumi introduced himself, the tiger shifter pressed his forehead to hers. “Please don’t be sad… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you… you just started running before I could talk to you.”

Katsumi frowned at how thin she was. He’s never seen a shifter like her before… she didn’t belong here… she had to have been forced here… but it was the perfect opportunity for him! He’d be able to mate with another big cat!

Katsumi wrapped his arms around her trembling form. The man rested his head atop of hers. She probably had no idea he had made several attempts to court her… poor thing.

“How about you come to my den? I’ll take care of you.” Katsumi cooed while he stroked her soft ears. So cute… so helpless. She was lucky he took an interest in her! She’d starve to death soon…

“R-really?” Katsumi felt his heart flutter at her big eyes. So adorable… so trusting. He’d never let her go…

“Yes. I’ll get you something to eat.” Katsumi purred, the young man rubbed his head against hers. “I’ll take care of you.”

(Your name) took Katsumi’s hand as he lead her into the forest. The tiger’s purrs never ceased…

.

.

.

Over the course of a few weeks, Katsumi brought her plenty of food and even some pelts to keep warm. The tiger constantly fretted over her well being.

The large den was spacious and full of pelts… so many pelts that one would think a family lived there rather than two shifters.

Katsumi was quite chatty. Apparently he too was abandoned but he was taken in by a pack of gray wolves, which explained his sociable behavior… and how cuddly he is.

“You’re finally putting on weight… I’m happy.” Katsumi whispered, the man pressed hot kisses to her soft ears. “(Your name)?”

“Yes, Katsumi?” (Your name) nervously tried to scoot away from Katsumi to put distance between them. As of late, he’s been more touchy and she wasn’t sure why.

“Did you have a mate back at the exhibit?” Katsumi asked with a dazed look in his eye, a loud purr rumbled in his throat.

“No… they moved me out in exchange for panda…” (your name) bitterly laughed. “I mean… we were both endangered species but I guess they weren’t able to find another snow leopard-“

Katsumi pressed his nose against (your name)’s with a purr. “Does it matter if it’s a snow leopard? What about a Siberian tiger? I’m endangered too…”

(Your name) furrowed her brow in confusion. What did Katsumi mean- oh… oh. Katsumi wanted to mate with her?

“I’m a good provider right? I can take care of us and our young!” Katsumi exclaimed while he gestured to the den. “Plenty of space! And we’re both big cats… it could work.”

(Your name) felt her blood go cold. Katsumi took her in to mate with her… he wanted young…

“Katsumi-“ Katsumi pressed his lips to hers to silence her protests. Her body grew warm from the touch, what was happening?

“Cats can induce ovulation…” Katsumi whispered as he pressed kisses all over her cheeks and neck. “We’ll mate everyday for the next five days! That way we ensure plenty of cubs.”

“Katsumi, I don’t know-“ an overwhelming heat overtook her body. The young woman shook in fear. Her heat… her heat cycle was here… but how?

“See? Your cycle is here. It’s time to be bred, darling.” Katsumi gently laid her on the pelts he had collected, the tiger crawled on top of her as he helped her undress. “We’ll take care of that, okay? I’ll make you feel so good…”

Her head felt heavy and her body felt so hot… she couldn’t move nor could she voice her protests. Her body was on fire and the coolness from his skin soothed it. She’d let him… yes. Katsumi was big and strong… he’d be a good mate.

Katsumi smiled at the way she went slack under his touch. The man disrobed himself as well. He feasted his eyes on her body while she admired his.

“With this, you’ll be my mate… and I won’t leave you! You’ll be my lifelong mate.” Katsumi beamed at her, the weretiger lined himself up at her damp entrance. “With this, we are officially mates…”

(Your name) threw her head back when he entered, the tiger hissed at the sensation of her tightness. She was so damp and so tight… she was a dream.

“So perfect…” Katsumi whined, the man shallowly thrusted in and out to test the water. “You’re so good for me.”

(Your name) could only grab his biceps to try to ground herself. This was entirely too much. He was too big for her smaller body.

A scream ripped from her once he picked up the pace. His pert balls smacked against the flesh of her ass while his tail tangled with hers. Whines and gasps left his lips while he began to fuck into her like a wild beast.

“Yes! God!” Katsumi cried while he chased his high. “Gonna get you pregnant… you’re going to carry my cubs… you’re mine!”

(Your name) could only grasp onto his back while her own high began to creep up on her. A mantra of tumultuous cries escaped her lips as Katsumi continued his assault. The man’s face became more beastly while his high rapidly approached.

(Your name) came with a sharp cry, her orgasm sudden and violent. Her walls violently spawned around Katsumi, the man buried himself to the hilt within her while he came. His hands tightly grabbed the fatty flesh of her hips to hold her still while he emptied himself into her. The man panted in satisfaction.

Katsumi then sunk his fangs into her neck to create a mate mark on her, the young woman cried out in pain. Katsumi licked up the blood with a smile.

“You’re my mate… you’re mine.” Katsumi nuzzled his head against her face. “We’re going to have so many cubs… I can’t wait to meet them.”

[multific]

Snow Storm

König x Reader

He caught your eye on day one.

How could he not? The man was huge.

Being a new member of KorTac, but a very experienced soldier, you joined the team a couple of weeks after they formed.

It also didn't take long for these people to become like family to you. Every single one of them you were close to. And you loved to fight along with them. 

And now, you were on a mission with them.

You hated the cold. 

Well, that was a lie, you liked the cold, but you hated to be outside in the cold. 

But you had a mission to complete.

And you knew you cannot have the cold ruin this for you, you were on a roll, already saved the others three times. You needed to move.

Then everything went up in flames, chaos. 

You were separated from the others, only through the radio, you were able to tell them your position.

"In a fucked up very cold forest, surrounded by snow and ice, can't see a landmark."

"You must have ran into the woods, stay there, we will get you." said Aksel as they all headed your direction. 

Great.

Trying to hide in a white forest while wearing nothing but black... not ideal.  

"Cobra?" called a familiar voice and it wasn't even through the intercom. 

"König?" you soon saw him emerge from behind a tree.

And indeed it was him. You had no idea he was there with you.

"The others are coming our way, did you also get lost?" you asked as you walked over to him, snow crunching under your boots.

He wasn't lost, he followed you after the explosion. 

You didn't expect him to answer, but then you noticed something behind him in the tree line.

"Sir!" you yelled into your radio. 

"Yes, I see it, try and find shelter, that is a bad storm, we will---- tomorrow--- but----"

"Sir, the line is really bad. Once the storm is over we will find each other. König's with me."

"Stay---safe!"

The line said before it completely broke off.

"Did you see anything where we could take shelter?" you asked König before he nodded and turned around, he started to walk as you followed him.

A small wooden house.

"Great, because every horror movie said 'Go into the scare house in the woods.'" you signed and he slightly laughed.

But you didn't have a choice, the storm was coming, fast. You headed inside.

This place was long abandoned. That much was very clear. 

It was not only filthy but also run down. At least it had a stable roof and a fire place.

You smashed up a chair while König started the fire.

It was really really cold.

"Are you cold?" he asked and you nodded. 

"Are you not?" he shook his head, no. Of course a giant like him wasn't cold. He was probably a walking radiator!

Oh.

A walking... radiator.

He tilted his head as he looked at you.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You-You must be warm right? Like... you are so big, you must be a walking heater..."

"W-What are you suggesting?" 

"Cuddling, before I freeze my fingers off." you said it like it was the most natural thing. As if your insides didn't flip when you said that. You were embarrassed, but you were more afraid of the cold than a cringy moment.

At that time, maybe later you will regret this.

But he didn't say anything and you feared you went over the line. You didn't want to lose him, so you were ready to apologize when he nodded and opened his jacket, allowing you to get inside. 

You moved so fast, you nearly knocked him over.

He moved so you would be closer to the fire, hopefully getting the warmth you needed.

And as you settled by his side, you knew you were right.

He really was a heater. You moved just a tad bit closer to him when you felt him freeze, you knew about his anxiety, you knew how he was.

Suddenly, you moved back, pulling away from him, he was looking at you.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you this uncomfortable." 

As you sat down across from him, you saw him panic. He reached out for you, hands shaking.

"Bitte, komm zurück zu mir." (Please, come back to me.) You knew a little German, but you were no expert.

"Umm. It's okay, König, really, I will be fine. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I wasn't scared." his reply was fast. You were rather surprised he replied with such confidence. 

You looked at him, perhaps you offended him more by moving away than by even suggesting the idea.

Like a lost kitten, you slowly moved back into his open arms, his huge body once again surrounding you. His arms locked you in, as if he was scared you'd run away again if he let you. 

Buy you didn't.

His warmth took you in like a nice warm bath after a long day, and suddenly the old and cold house was not so bad.

You smiled as you started to slowly doze off.

"You are really warm, it's nice." you said before closing your eyes, head on his chest.

He must have thought you fell asleep because he started to run a finger down your face. It started from your brow, down your temple to your cheekbone. When he touched the top of your lip, you almost pulled away, but he spoke up.

"Ich Liebe Dich." he said, and it was your time to freeze. He didn't notice as he finger continued its path, but your mind was foggy.

Love?

Did he really just say that? Your German was limited yes, but you understood that one very well.

"Only say things like that if you mean them." you said as you opened your eyes. Your eyes lock with his, his filled with fear. "Did you mean it?" you asked as he tried to pull away, probably ready to run away from you but your grip on his shirt was strong. "Because I love you too. And I need to know if you mean it or not." his head whipped towards you, so fast in fact you worried he would give himself whiplash. 

"You do? You love me?" he asked, and you nodded, cupping his cheek along with the mask he always wore. 

And he nodded the slightest nod. He knew, in your line of work, relationships were hard. Impossible for some. And yet, here he was, wanting nothing but to be yours and for you to be his.

"Great, than as soon as we get out of this storm you can take me on a date." you said as you placed your head back on his chest, ready to finally sleep this time.

He was surprised at how easy-going you were. He confessed his feelings and you reciprocated them, he never expected for that to happen, but he was not about to complain.

As you finally fell asleep, as the storm outside still was at its peak, he couldn't sleep, all he could think about what he should plan for your date.

And as he was thinking, he pulled you even closer if that was possible.

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[wa-kaizen]

channeling you and your soulmate | PAC

art credit; tono @/t0no idea credit; my violet @the-wild-candy

this idea does not belong to me but to violet/elly!

I thought it's a beautiful and very sweet idea! i never saw anything like this before so i would like to try it! keep in mind these can be both a platonic or romantic soulmate! if you feel called to multiple don't be afraid to check out each. this will be focused mainly on conversations and the way you two will interact.

with this I will use tarot as a guide not as a base for the reading! so instead of the usual 50%, this one will be 80% intuition, so take it as it resonates.

PAID READINGS ♡ masterlist

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sections ༉˚

‐ conversations

- moments

- random things that come through

- media that might be relevant - songs/movies/shows -

- things that connect your soul to one another

- your differences & things you share in common

- signs before you two met/will meet

                         ꒰ welcome  ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

— have fun!

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black and white lady cats on a walk, facing each other

cards the hanged man, queen of pentacles, seven of swords, dove, cow, bear, archangel mary, seraphim seraphina, archangel haniel

cocoon of white light - rest in perfect love, understand oneness, shower of blessing, - open yourself to receive, pay it forward, caring community - participate and belong, enrich your life

↳ ❝ [ conversations ] ¡! ❞

green will be feminine and pink will be masculine.

" Should I get this checked out? " " For the third time I am no- Oh God, that looks ugly as hell "

" If I would be a star among millions of others would you look at me? " " I would search the sky just to find out where you went "

" Why don't you go? " " I want to see your face for a little longer "

" I think I might be bipolar " " babe, we already got the medical diagnosis "

" Hey Stacy- " " I am NOT listening to that joke again "

" Have you ever heard about this theory of- " " Yes, I am listening "

↳ ❝ [ moments ] ¡! ❞

these are visions.

The wind brushes their hair onto their face as they smile at you looking forward yelling cheerful nothing as you are in a good mood causing them into slowly falling in love with you.

Them walking home in the dark, in winter, snow surrounding the street they are walking in, which happens to be small. Warm street light shines on their face when they receive a text from you which will either result in; crying, running to you or feeling loved. The message you will send will depend on how your day will affect you.

Two people dancing to the ketchup song in some sort of gathering in a house, being silly and enjoying their time together. It possibly being morning or night time since both people look comfortable rather than dressed up.

Soup being cooked on a stove, person in charge of cooking making their heart's loved one taste it. - It's a traditional reddish looking dish and has potatos if I might add. -

Laying next to one another, listening to music while sharing earphones/airpods, feminine having eyes closed and relaxing being unaware of masculine watching with adoration in their eyes, full of love. - Hearing dandelions. -

Painting together, cheeks messy from black paint, both holding the same brush while trying to make strokes on a white canvas. - this could be a symbolism for some. -

↳ ❝ [ random ] ¡! ❞

these will be things that could happen to end up being relevant.

greys, sunflower seeds, oversized shirts, a white puppy, 80s, death of loved one, sneakers, a place! a rock in front of a river surrounded by trees but not quite a forest, ants?, culture - you two have different ones most likely -, swimming, live savers, old 2006 camera - grey with stickers, apple stickers?, hay hat, fair?, theme park, 'aim well and win!', the ketchup song - y aserejé-ja-dejé de jebe tu de jebere seibiunouva majavi an de bugui an de güididípi aserejé-ja-de jé -

↳ ❝ [ media ] ¡! ❞

these could happen to end up being things you both love or hate, just anything you could connect over.

mr krabs memes, tiktok, gen z, food accounts - saw girl eating dumplings - , dumb humour - disrespectful at times disgusting, very much gen z humour but not 'quirky' one hidden as secret desires, y'all are just both weird -, gangnam style - ? -, '🐱 clean 🐱 tight 🐱 fresh' - get help /j -, joe jonas - ??? -, disney, stereotyping, social judment, cultural apprication, 'dumb truck', hot in here by nelly, rocks - music & and literal rock -, electric guitar, lot of blacks & neutrals, cold play, 'if happy ever after did exist'

↳ ❝ [ soul connection] ¡! ❞

these could end up being; past life connection, soul family, destiny together, just whatever that relates you two to one another.

You both went through a kind of lesson that have pained your soul a lot in the past, and possibly still affects your trust. This is for sure love related, someone close to you two hurt both of you in ways so similar to each other.

It can be related to friends, parents but for most of you this is a romantic love interest who happened to cheat on you.

For them while this made them more appricative of what they have and may go out of their way to show affection due to trauma, they also have trust issues and might be insecure even though they try to hide it. They are very calm & gentle, their aura is very pure too. While for you this experience made you very paranoid and emotionally aggressive, I can see you accusing them while yelling. This is due to a mis --- understanding. This will be the root of the problem in this relationship. They are the calm and gentle earth while you are the explosive fire capable of destroying it. I know this is a hard to swallow pill for most of you however, for the majority of you the toxic - or hurtful - person in the relationship will in fact be you. Not saying you aren't able to love them, I sense many many love here, however you need to do heavy shadow work to regulate your emotions in a healthy manner.

Trigger warning; Mentions of R4P3

I know, I know, that sounds scary for some of you, but it's fine, it is indeed not for all of you. If you have been betrayed by a friend there's a huge possibility they have been betrayed the same way as you if not the exact same.

That betrayal could have been them sleeping with your ex or crush, them befriending the person who raped you, them hurting a little sibling of yours by bullying them, them disrespecting your mom.

Literally anything you can possibly think of. They have went through the pain you do, and they understand, they want to talk and they know you want to talk as well.

Here, there is no anger, no explosion, just two hurt souls connecting over what was supposed to turn out love yet turned onto a knife in your back.

I got a vision of you two laying on your back, outside while looking up at the sky, talking about all the things you two experienced, shedding tears and talking about how none of you deserved to go through that. - and I agree, you didn't. -

Otherwise, the rest is people who connect over trauma from their parents who were equally bad in raising them. Maybe mental health problems as well.

Such as depression or anxiety. Or who separate ones, who "compliment" one another. - For example, your weakness being their strength and vise visa, thus helping each other grow in specific eras in life. -

What came to my mind upon that is ADHD and Autism, but of course, you should rather take this as an example and not as a fact.

↳ ❝ [ two sides of a coin ] ¡! ❞

You two, to no surprise share a lot in common.

They share your fashion style - although they are more fashionable -, your humour, love language, level of intelligence, societal understanding, morals, political views, joy for things in life and even the things you two hate.

Anything that could be the core of your being.

Your sense of self could be the same, however your nature could be the complete opposites. I would say almost as if you two are twin flames. - Do not take my word for it though. -

They are gentle, sweet, understanding, good with words, charismatic, someone who always has control over their situation.

You are passive, think with your emotions, impulsive, assuming, judging and can misunderstanding situations.

That is of course not the core of your being, but in this reading that's what came through.

It's the sun and moon, bringing out the best of one another.

Nurturing and protect, comfort and bravery.

You might think you are the moon, but in reality they are.

↳ ❝ [ signs ] ¡! ❞

Rocks near rivers and trees, greys, crabs, - old - memes, 'sweets and kisses' - you will know better than me what this means, blues, anime, clouds, soft cybercore, friends, water, swimming, downing - in movie/show -, old music, reggae

Thank you for reading.

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ginger cat lady holding an umbrella, girl in blue dress next to her, them holding the hands of multiple young kittens

cards four of wands, five of wands, the sun, panda, ant, llama, archangel muriel, guardian angel, archangel roquiel

listen to your heart - awaken your spirit abilities, tune in infinite, mahatma energy - build your light body, accelerate your ascension, unicorn portal - focus your light, listen for a message

                     ↳ ❝ [ conversations ] ¡! ❞

green will be feminine and pink will be masculine. 

" Partners in crime bestie! " " C-Clair/Clarence? Clair/Clarence I am trying to focus "

"Choose th- " " Kisses " " I didn't even finish " " I need a kiss "

" You can be James and I will be Jessie "

" Anyway, and then she slapped him! " " With those nails?! "

Y'all would gossip quite a lot, nothing harmful though.

                         ↳ ❝ [ moments ] ¡! ❞

these are visions

Feminine being speechless, standing and staring at masculine with an open mouth while wearing a brown suit. - No, it does not show what shocked you. -

Shorter person in question crying while looking up at the taller one, wearing a white form of top wear - hoodie, zip up ect - being hurt and mad, being hugged by taller person after a comfort smooch. - Not a sensual kiss, only pureness -

Both people in question laying next to a pool on white beach chairs, feminine in striped - white and blue - bikini and the masculine in black shirt with darker pool shorts. Just vibing.

Feminine playing with a white dog at an open space - those typical chained up dogs who are usually outside -, masculine secretly adoring while drinking soda. - For some of you it will be beer. -

Feminine tracing images on the back of masculine while their shirt is off in a dark room at night as they are drifting off to sleep.

Two people laying on a cold floor, smaller person hugging the arm of the masculine tightly, both sleeping. A very sad atmosphere as you both experienced some kind of loss.

                          ↳ ❝ [ random ] ¡! ❞

these will be things that could happen to end up being relevant. 

green, beans, peas, pretzels, bees, breaks, neck, massage, chipped nail polish, blue balloon, 'pretty', safe, ling, boys, animatos, lemons, ping pong, papers, assignments

                           ↳ ❝ [ media ] ¡! ❞

these could happen to end up being things you both love or hate, just anything you could connect over.

Jessie and James from pokemon, games? genshin?, cosmo and wanda, fairies, fairy core, mermaids, law firm, pandas, competitions, baby daddy - sitcom -, vampires, studying ?, hits from the 70s, harry potter books

                  ↳ ❝ [ soul connection] ¡! ❞

these could end up being; past life connection, soul family, destiny together, just whatever that relates you two to one another. 

Most of you already know this person and just tried to see how accurate I could get, thus already knowing your connection.

There is some part of you that just know it intuitively, yet won't trust yourselves with it.

This is for those who have no idea, so please listen carefully. You have spent life times together, however not much. It's three, this one being the third of it. So, this far, you have been friendly rivals turned lovers in each.

What I am getting is mostly 1400s and sword fights, so in a past life you two fell in love during a friendly sword fight for sure. Just had to get that out of the way.

So far with each life times your mission is to bring out the best in one another, but in a honest and truthful way without sugar coating anything like most people around the both of you would do so.

The raw and honest truth, without anyone getting offended in the process, it's something very rare and you both know how to communicate perfectly with one another.

That is very rare to experience, especially since most humans have a sensitive ego, but in your case you both can talk honestly with one another without your confidence falling down the drain.

You are both open to criticism without falling a victim to it, without being fragile when hearing certain topics.

You are like two center puzzle pieces, it doesn't make sense until you see the full picture and look between the details.

            ↳ ❝ [ two sides of a coin ] ¡! ❞

things you have in common and differences!

You share a difference in hobbies, interests, media, bedding?- that's very random but it's what came through, fashion, triggers and needs in conversation

The energies here are very closed off, but you certainly don't differ from one another besides how you treat your own ambitions.

It's the way you treat like rather than core things, which will allow you both to grow and learn, have a wider perspective on things.

                            ↳ ❝ [ signs ] ¡! ❞

whistle, appa - as in, the bison in avatar -, lydia - ? - , snakes, pac man, bread, japanese flood vlogs, anatomy, the word 'why', blood, drawing on skin, white statues, yellow butterflies, caves, random technology glitches

Thank you for reading!

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the focus being on a black and white kitten, one sitting on the bed as they are chatting while a third one is sleeping and as a ginger is backfacing them in the dark

cards two of pentacles, ten of wands, the moon, donkey, parrot, giraffe, archangel sammael, archangel sandalphon, archangel chamuel

enlightenment - look from the highest perspective, see the divine in everyone, violet flame - invoke the cosmic diamond violet flame, transmute all that is not love, shower of blessings - open yourself to receive, pay it forward

                     ↳ ❝ [ conversations ] ¡! ❞

green will be feminine and pink will be masculine. 

" Does it feel good? " " I mean I never had someone step on my back- "

" Laradidadi~ " " Sing this melody babe~ " " Is that how it goes? " " I have no idea "

" Soobin Soobin do you know- " " Please stop quoting it- " " Do you know Soobin? "

" You know, if we die one day, I want to share my grave with you " " If- ? "

" Do you love me? " " Did you even pay attention to what I just did?- "

" You smell so great " " It's my new perfume! "

                         ↳ ❝ [ moments ] ¡! ❞

these are visions.

Sitting across one another at a small table, head and arms resting on it, looking into each others eyes. This being in a smaller european style kitchen.

Standing in the rain watching as someone lays on asphalt and laying next to them.

Decorating a Christmas tree together in a small apartment.

Sleeping next to each other in a car, blankets wrapped around one another. It's during a stop on a road trip, heads resting on each others shoulder and head.

Tracing things on each others hand while holding each other.

                           ↳ ❝ [ random ] ¡! ❞

these will be things that could happen to end up being relevant. 

creation, rainbow bracelet, white, hello kitty, summer hit, 'boho', chains, ice, back cracking, boots, cyber goth fashion, depression, poems, hades, flames, contact lenses, eye drops

                           ↳ ❝ [ media ] ¡! ❞

these could happen to end up being things you both love or hate, just anything you could connect over.

k-pop, hell - the energy drink -, make up, true crime, theories, fairies, dragons, trends - focusing on piercings here -, fashion, design, materialism, memes/quotes, food shows

                  ↳ ❝ [ soul connection] ¡! ❞

these could end up being; past life connection, soul family, destiny together, just whatever that relates you two to one another. 

note; someone did definitely drown here, however the situation is different for everyone reading this. the half with thalassophobia is the one who happened to drown in these past life connections.

So, I can see people being confused upon reading the note, or even saying 'but we both have thalassophobia!' - which is the fear of larger bodies of water - and that's okay! There is more than just one things coming through.

I can see specific situations here, I will need you to use your gut and trust yourself to know which one applies to you, alright? You got this.

What I want to get out of the way is that while you are definitely soulmates there was a lot of hate in the past life you two have shared. It's the most recent one for all of you, something went wrong which caused a lot of hate. You two met at a time where you weren't ready yet. In your life time both yours and their mission is to forgive and treat one another nicely, have love and peace in yourselves, be apologetic and gentle to one another.

For a few of you, I can see your soulmate being victims of the titanic. Of course, you were there too. You were saved from dying in the cold water, while you had to watch them drown. You could have helped them, but you simply didn't want to do so, you had no intention of doing it.

There is guilt surrounding this and an apologetic aura, however you were not sad. You didn't love them, thus you didn't save them. You didn't appreciate all the things they did for you in their life towards their death. About two months before their death they fell in love with you.

They were in the process to fix their wrongs and you decided to keep on putting them down.

Now for those who can't relate - which I am sure it's a lot of you - an event similar to this took place for a lot of you. In a forest. Expect, you sat on a rock seeing them drown in the night. There is a lot of fog and it was possibly a full moon, however I do not understand why you watched? Your spirit guides do not want to tell, so try to communicate with them! Though, in the life time you two shared after it, he was the one who watched you drown.

In all of these there is a huge sense of melancholy, emptiness, lack of emotion, but there is one I got which is full of anger.

The one full of anger has zero romantic relations, in each life time you will be born as a family in a way or another.

If you are sensitive please do not read this paragraph! For the ones who feel like this is a family member, you two shared a past life together as a mother and son, in which the son ended up being drowned in a bathtub by the mother due to poor mental health.

I understand this can cause anxiety in some of you, but this life time will be very peaceful, this is for healing and loving one another. I do think that here you will be inseparable and live together in perfect harmony, a one of a kind bond with deep adoration. This is the life time where little to no things will go wrong, the calm after the storm. - yes, after. -

             ↳ ❝ [ two sides of a coin ] ¡! ❞

things you have in common and differences!

These is not much differences here, you both remind me of the cold wind on a cloudy gloomy afternoon, reflections of each other.

                           ↳ ❝ [ signs ] ¡! ❞

melancholic feeling, a lot of blues and whites, messy hair, old music - 1920 -, france? french?, caffeine, days going by slower, chill air no matter the weather, no energy

Thank you for reading!

꒰ pile four ꒱

ginger cat with three young kittens in front of a cottage

cards the world, knight of cups, two of cups, archangel michael, archangel raguel, archangel charity, bear, llama

open your heart - love yourself, dare to be vulnerable, the freedom of truth, be who you truly are, magical crystal cave - switch on your inner light, bring forward your gifts

note; this pile is the one with the least information, so incase you were drawn to another pile go ahead and read that one as well! This one is very short because the connection is fragile as of now. ♡

                      ↳ ❝ [ conversations ] ¡! ❞

green will be feminine and pink will be masculine. 

I am sorry, but nothing comes through here, your spirit guides are very closed off, and the ones of your soulmate even more so. Please look at other piles incase you were drawn to more than one! ♡

                         ↳ ❝ [ moments ] ¡! ❞

these are visions.

a girl on grey carpeted floor lying in black lingerie, recording herself as another person does something funny and both laughing.

two people taking mirror selfies in a public bathroom, but a rather fancy one.

two girls playing on golf grounds, possibly in a - golf - club.

two girls racing to get to talk with someone.

                           ↳ ❝ [ random ] ¡! ❞

these will be things that could happen to end up being relevant.

black, cats, sapphic flag, red lipstick, m&ms, sunglasses, instagram, 2014, tea, air filter, white, acrylic nails, blues and purples, babies, baby powder, carpeted floors

                           ↳ ❝ [ media ] ¡! ❞

these could happen to end up being things you both love or hate, just anything you could connect over.

best friend by doja cat, old money aesthetic, swimming competitions, rom com teen movies, make up brand testing, gossipping - about celebrities-, photoshoots, the kardashians, fake nails, vlogs!, directing

                  ↳ ❝ [ soul connection] ¡! ❞

these could end up being; past life connection, soul family, destiny together, just whatever that relates you two to one another. 

Power duooooo!! Go best friends!!! Leo and Capricorn energy!!!! No but for real, regardless of the root of this connection, you will be the bestest of friends.

The closest ones to one another.

Although you two are sharing a life together for the first time, you two are from the same soul family, there is no doubt about it.

You two are very close to one another and definitely understand each other in ways no one else is capable of doing so.

A very beautiful connection.

              ↳ ❝ [ two sides of a coin ] ¡! ❞

things you have in common and differences!

Not much differences here besides how giving and big your hearts are. You are much more cautious and they are much more empathetic.

                            ↳ ❝ [ signs ] ¡! ❞

money, sugar baby tiktoks but with comedy - ? - , readers posting signs, purples, leds, chilly air/trees being more reactive to wind, white lilies, scooby doo, ice cold water

Thank you for reading.

꒰ pile five ꒱

ginger cat with three kittens holding a lavender umbrella on a flower field.

cards four of wands, nine of wands, seven of wands, hyena, deer, rhinoceros, archangel preminilek, archangel dorenka, archangel hope

oneness - look for the common humanity, invoke lemurian light, cosmic ruby - be a peace ambassador, practice cosmic mastery

                      ↳ ❝ [ conversations ] ¡! ❞

green will be feminine and pink will be masculine. 

" What do I remind you of? " " Fire " " Because I am destructive? " " No, you are beautiful, warm and light up my times when there is nothing but dark "

" I am in love with you " " I am in love with you more "

" If we would be a fictional couple, who would we be? " " Eren and Mikasa "

" Who do you love more, me or- " " You. " " But I- " " I don't need to know, the answer is you. "

" Thank you. " " For? " " Just for existing... You know... for being you, being here, without you my life would be hell "

" Sunshine! " " Don't call me that " " Too late, you are my sunshine "

                         ↳ ❝ [ moments ] ¡! ❞

these are visions.

Second to last conversation being as the masculine is drifting off to sleep, eyes already closed, holding the feminine in their arms. Feminine holding back crying, to not wake them as they fall asleep after what they have said.

Both of you spinning in the rain outside of a house, rocks on the ground, not caring at all what anyone has to say. Maybe being barefoot. - I am sensing a spirit guide being mad at me for not telling you to take care of yourself here, lmao. Especially if you are black, an ancestor of yours is telling you to please wear shoes. -

Making desserts together, you making them try out a chocolate melt you have just made. Them frowning and saying it's good even though it's sour.

Two kids playing doctor, a little girl pretending to use tools to open the head of a little boy who calmly snacks on s'mores as none of them is hurt, the parents looking at them in almost horror. - I feel like, for some of you, you will have children together, if not, it will happen with little cousins of yours. -

Laying in a bed together, facing each other and staring onto the eyes of one another while smiling, stroking the cheeks of one another.

Watching netflix together on a couch, holding hands and enjoying the silence in the dark. A comfortable kind of love.

                           ↳ ❝ [ random ] ¡! ❞

these will be things that could happen to end up being relevant. 

meditation, bone cracking, yellow, bass music, spotify, the number 9, sharp nails?, braces, mint, lemon, zig zag, hair bands, pretzels, sea salt, nail strengthener, balls - the TOYS -

                           ↳ ❝ [ media ] ¡! ❞

these could happen to end up being things you both love or hate, just anything you could connect over.

You both do not consume enough media for this to be a whole section, the only things coming through are cable tv shows relating to health and arts, possibly some cartoons.

                  ↳ ❝ [ soul connection] ¡! ❞

these could end up being; past life connection, soul family, destiny together, just whatever that relates you two to one another. 

Okay so, while I pick up a bit on their energy as well, I pick up more on yours because they are an incredibly closed off person. Very private.

Trigger warning, mentions of sa and trauma

So, what basically, this person has been sent to you by your guides, by the universe. You might at first not trust them because of trauma in your past.

You could have been sexually assaulted or betrayed by someone you deeply loved and trusted which could cause trust issues inside your heart. - which is very valid. -

You could believe - or could have - that they are horrible and will hurt you as well, thus having a hard time opening up your heart and trusting them in a healthy manner, in a moderate amount.

For a lot of you, there was no trust in the beginning at all. - or will be - Which, most highly, your soulmate will be aware of.

Though! They will be very fine with that, as they have a very pure and understanding heart, especially in your situation.

It could be due to them going through something similar, or possibly someone close to them. - this could be a mom or a younger sister. - So they already know how to deal with a situation similar to yours in a lot of aspects.

Though, even if no traumatic events happened around them, they have a very high emotional intelligence and can handle whatever way you react, even if you might think that's not possible due to insecurity and subconscious trauma by how certain people have treated you in the past.

This person is nothing like them and has a very high amount of balance inside themselves, very loving and always does their best to not react in a hurtful manner, rather try to he the best version of themselves.

So, no matter what, they would love you with their whole heart. - just heard 'to the moon and back' -

This will be healing for both of you, but your guides focus on you, because you need to know that there is something amazing is waiting for you. - said with their words. -

This will be very healing for you!! You will feel so so loved in a type of lovely way you have never been loved before. Nothing fragile and very pure intentions, this person just wants the best for you in every way possible.

This connection reminds me of pure white snow, just after it had freshly fallen. A white canvas to start everything over.

It's something that will make you feel like a human again, that will allow you to feel alive without having to worry about basically anything, at all. Where you can just be yourself.

Some of you have been through abusive connections in the past and it has taken a big toll on you. You had to constantly explain yourself, have been controlled, maybe hit even? Not for all of you tho, manipulated and a lot more only you could know about.

It's very understandable that this would make you build your walls up and push others away, which a lot people don't seem to understand.

But they do, and they will. You will have to relearn how to have a healthy relationship again, and it could be hard but they will be very patient with you and understand your heart.

It will go well, maybe even more than just well.

             ↳ ❝ [ two sides of a coin ] ¡! ❞

things you have in common and differences!

You are the unstable sea, which moves to any difference, who hides many deep things inside themselves and can be destructive or welcoming.

They are the wind that will support you, calm you down but also lift you up. Which will move you in ever way they can, which will support you and never leave your side.

- pisces & libra , cancer and gemini -

                           ↳ ❝ [ signs ] ¡! ❞

white doves, chocolate kisses - the dessert not kissing actual chocolate -, wood door, icey water, water balloon, red nails, the sound of keyboards, sound sensitivity, bubblegums, strawberry flavour, red balloons, dominos

Thank you for reading.

꒰ pile six ꒱

ginger mama cat decorating christmas tree with her young kittens

cards death, the moon, page of wands, kangaroo, rhinoceros, bee, archangel zadkiel, archangel azriel, archangel mariel

creative solutions - think outside of the box, view things from a higher perspective, soul healing - align with your essence, see your true colours, cocoon of white light - rest in perfect love, understand oneness.

                     ↳ ❝ [ conversations ] ¡! ❞

green will be feminine and pink will be masculine. 

Nothing is coming through due to your spirit guides not allowing me to tap into your energy, if you are very curious you can always choose another pile or send an ask and I will be answering you privately! - please remember, anons cant be answered privately -

                         ↳ ❝ [ moments ] ¡! ❞

these are visions

I am sorry, but nothing came through here, because you possibly could focus on your feelings more than the possibility of a better future.

Though, you can always try to choose another pile, this one is quite weak!

                          ↳ ❝ [ random ] ¡! ❞

these will be things that could happen to end up being relevant. 

Fever, butterfly, 'chapter', chapsticks, dry lips, oil paint, crying while laughing, yoga !!, horror movies, fashion, screaming matches then immediately making up, yellow roses

                           ↳ ❝ [ media ] ¡! ❞

these could happen to end up being things you both love or hate, just anything you could connect over.

so sick by neyo, 'the boy is mine', the boondocks, yoga channels, amazon, 80s shows, make up influencers

                  ↳ ❝ [ soul connection] ¡! ❞

these could end up being; past life connection, soul family, destiny together, just whatever that relates you two to one another. 

No, this isn't your ex and that will never work out. You need to do some shadow work because if you keep being stuck up on them, you will never experience real love or a healthy relationship. They are in the past, it's time to accept that. There is a new chapter waiting for you but with the current mentality you posses you will be the problem during each hardship you will have to go through.

You have a hard time accepting this, even though you know it's true.

You keep being stubborn and ignore every sign you get that tells you to move on and healing from that connection.

While your soulmate will help you become a better person, you will either be a blessing or lesson to them, and currently it seems to be the latter. So, for the sake of both of you, work on yourself.

It does not matter if this soulmate in question is a friend or not, it applies all the same.

There is definitely something here you need to let go off, and it's a person. Ex s/o, ex friend, just some kind of ex.

             ↳ ❝ [ two sides of a coin ] ¡! ❞

things you have in common and differences!

They are much more emotionally aware than you are, but you possess more social intelligence than them.

You two will balance each other out in this aspect.

                           ↳ ❝ [ signs ] ¡! ❞

00s songs, lip gloss, too much notifications, looney tunes, old cartoon network, earpiercings, passing by one another often, leopard print, white & pink & grey

Thank you for reading.

[juno-of-wonderland]

the red hood and the gentle wolf

tw: gn reader, a little spooky

I believe that in your life, you have already heard the story Red Hood, no matter the variation of this story, there will always be the human and the wolf… here it will be no different.

Your family always spent their holidays in a mountain house, you, your parents, uncles, cousins and grandparents never missed the tradition and you loved it when that time came, no more than your maternal grandmother, this lady was thrilled every time she arrived at the house. home, which sometimes worries you and your family because she would simply disappear for a few hours and come back saying "I just took a walk in the forest, what an unnecessary fuss, I'm old, not dead". However, one day you managed to follow her, entering the large dark forest, entering a cave and… your grandmother was gone! how was that possible, there was no other entrance, just a mirror, wait a mirror? Why is there a mirror in a cave? there were so many questions in your head, but you felt like that mirror would answer them. with slow and determined steps, you stood in front of the mirror… no reflection, a big black void, it gave you goosebumps, but you needed to find out what happened to your grandmother. reaching out your hand, touching the mirror, the surface ripples and when you least notice it, you are being sucked into the mirror, the feeling was like being in water, but you could breathe, not that it comforted you.

you are thrown out of the mirror, like someone unwanted, falling face first into a soft, icy surface, you open your eyes and see snow, you were in a snowstorm, surrounded by a forest of tall trees. You get up, taking your red coat off your waist and putting it on, looking for warmth and comfort, you look around and don't see your grandmother or anyone else. You start walking through the woods, always looking back so as not to lose sight of the mirror, afraid of losing the only way you have to return. As your new adventure unfolds, you wonder how this was possible, a magic mirror that teleports you, was your grandmother a witch? Did she dabble in the occult? Did she have a contract with the devil? You had collapsed in the forest and this is all a long lived dream? They all disappear with the feeling of being watched, you look everywhere, there is no one, not even a single living soul, you keep walking, praying that it's all in your head… but it wasn't… When you look back again, you find glowing golden eyes, its fur so white you can barely distinguish it from the landscape, but you've seen this animal in more movies and documentaries than you can count, a wolf, a huge wolf. out of pure instinct, you run, the fastest you have ever run in your life, your heart filling your ears with its rapid palpitation, and fear, pure fear filled your veins and in the midst of the chaos you heard the footsteps of the wolf next to you. side, chasing you, hunting you, you would die here and no one would ever find your body for your family to mourn. As if fate wanted to laugh at you some more, you end up tripping over the roots of a tree, again with your face on the ground, you give yourself over to death, no longer able to escape, it's over, you close your eyes and wait for the The beast's teeth in your skin, but the only thing you gain is getting up off the ground, your feet not touching the ground, this left you confused, you look back and there is a boy with brown skin, yellow eyes like a wolf and white hair and wolf ears…what… "that's good, you didn't faint, if you're going out in a blizzard like this, dress warmly, if you can't handle it, stay home" the boy said in a stoic voice. you blink, not believing your eyes, a wolf boy, the two of you remain in an awkward silence before he speaks again "hey, are you okay?", you answer yes, he puts you down and asks you what you is doing in the forest, you say you came after your grandmother, he furrows his eyebrows before starting to walk in silence, you follow him, the wolf boy being your only support, you put your hands in his red coat and ask his name from him. "Jack"

The path was smoother thanks to Jack, upon arriving at the cabin of what you assume to be his family…or should you say pack? You are welcomed by curious children, a worried woman and your grandmother! She tugs your ear and says that was dangerous and you complain that this happened because she keeps secrets while they enter the cozy house. They take off your wet red hood and place you in front of the fireplace and hand you a cup of hot chocolate, you appreciate their kindness. your grandmother sits down and explains everything. when she was seventeen, she had gone into the forest, wanting to explore the forest, then she found the cave and the mirror and like the adventurous woman she was, she touched it, ending up here, but it wasn't in a storm, that's what she found a lost little girl, Jack's mother took care of her until she found the other wild men, they thanked her and rewarded her with several things, but the best gift she received that day: it was their friendship, she laughed a little still remembering the questions that some children asked. "why are your ears so small?" "Why don't you have fangs?" "why are your eyes like that?" You also laughed a little at that, they offered you some cookies and your grandmother continued telling stories from her time, Jack arrived later and sat next to her, that moment was really fun.

here you started a new tradition with your grandmother, under the pretext of going on a trail in the forest, the two of you came to visit the wolves, you and Jack getting closer as time passed, and you realized that even with your face it would be and Indifferent at times, he cared a lot about everyone around him.

"hey big bad wolf, what big ears you have" "…do you really think I'm evil and have big ears, little red hood?" Jack said jokingly.

"hehe, you know better and...why that face?" Jack wasn't paying attention to you but was sniffing the air, a troubled expression on his face "let's go back to the cabin" "ok..."

An arrow burst into the air, but Jack was quick enough to dodge it, growling in the direction the object came from. you get scared and get ready to run.

"that was a good move Messier wolf" a melodic voice said right next to you, making you jump and stumble, but your wrist is grabbed, stopping you from falling "i'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" a man with bowl-shaped blonde hair said, still holding you. Both you and Jack were impressed by the speed and stealth with which the man appeared at your side, Jack growled and pulled you into his arms, this only made the man laugh, you realized he was carrying a crossbow in his hand. "interesting, I've never seen any wolf be so protective of food" "f-food? he would never do that!" the man remained silent with a serious expression before smiling again…this guy is strange.

"and how can I be sure? the several disappearances happening lately" you look at Jack "that's why you guys are so protective of me and grandma?" he nodded.

You were determined to protect Jack, but when you opened your mouth to speak, a scream echoed through, all three of you tensed up. Jack hurried to get you out of there while the man hurried to go to the scream. Jack wouldn't say anything as he dragged you by the hand, he wouldn't say the smell of blood that flooded your sensitive nostrils, the protective instinct that rose with it. Jack never took you to that part of the forest again and you didn't insist on going either.

author's notes: the first time I kept an eye on the number of words, my goal was to reach 1000 and I'm happy to have passed! It was so fun to write this and at the same time stressful, anyone who has been here since the beginning knows that my mother tongue is not English, so there may be a lot of mistakes, even if I have proofread there will still be mistakes, I decided to do something very basic because I'm terrible at horror and didn't want something very romantic

thanks @twistedchatterbox and @jade-s-nymph for the opportunity

without further ado HAPPY HALLOWEEN

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 1B! MATCH 4 OUT OF 8

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Ruby Lucas:

she's cool, and a werewolf!

She's a red/big bad wolf combo, she's bi, she gets tragically underused like so many OUaT characters

She’s a werewolf :)

We first see her as Ruby in Storybrooke where she's initially depicted as a fun-loving flirt who spends her nights most likely in a bar while wearing revealing clothes that her grandma disapproves of (and is all in red. Absolutely everything). She lives with her grandma who runs a diner and that's where Ruby works. When Emma wakes up the sleeping town, she tries to leave Granny's and ends up helping in a case that Emma's working on by following her nose. That episode also has her backstory, but when we first see her as Red in the Enchanted Forest, she's confident and helpful and not afraid to use her lycanthropy. But the start of her story has her being an innocent young woman with a love for discovering the world and her boyfriend Peter (of Peter and the Wolf, I guess). She meets Snow while still living with her Granny in her cabin in the woods and takes her in. She's so hopeful - and then she turns into a werewolf and kills Peter (after they all thought he was the werewolf and had chained him to a tree). She is obviously quite traumatized by this and takes off with Snow. But that and her subsequent adventures gives her the growth she needs to be comfortable in her own skin, whether human or wolf. And, when the curse breaks completely, you can see the change in her - she would absolutely walk through fire to help Snow and the other good guys.

Another version where Red Riding Hood also ends up being the Big Bad Wolf. She eats her boyfriend which is sad but she falls in love with Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz in like Season 5. Her red cloak is what keeps her in human form which I think is neat. When all the storybook characters are transported to the modern world, she runs a diner with Granny.

She's one of my favorite characters from Once Upon a Time. She's a cool Red Riding hood wolf girl who is bi and has seen like 3 of her love interests and her mother die. She slays very hard so I nominate her. (Also I used to have a crush on her as a kid)

VOTE RUBY LUCAS FROM ONCE UPON A TIME. SHE WAS IGNORED BY THE WRITERS SO MUCH SHE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH. QUEER ICON!!!

Ruby Rose:

She has a scythe that is also a high-impact sniper rifle.

She is literally just based on Red Riding Hood and she's such an amazing character holy heck

Red Riding Hood but with a gun. (Specifically a combination scythe/high-impact sniper rifle called Crescent Rose). Also she's gone through so much she deserves it. She's trying to save the world and keep going despite all the people she's lost. Grew up dreaming of being a hero who fights monsters. She knows life isn't a fairy tale and wants to make it better. Just went through a mental health arc where she had depression from trying to live up to her (presumed dead) mom and from her friend dying for the second time. Killed the Big Bad Wolf with her magic eye powers. Her sister is Goldilocks and her friends are Beauty and Snow White. also I love her <3

She’s the little red riding hood but also a powerful fighter with a massive fucking scythe that is also a sniper rifle and she’s so skrunkly and so gender. Also RWBY’s whole thing (well one of them) is that their characters are all inspired by pre-existing ones from older stories and Ruby’s the main character so like, poster child of ‘character based off [insert relevant fairytale here]’ so I think she deserves to at least get pretty far

Aesthetics, themes, meta, personality and raw coolness.

She is the main character of her show. The most common monster they fight is a type of wolf (its been a while since ive seen it). Her job is to hunt them down before they can eat her. this story is very much about failed fairy tales, many of the side character's inspired arcs end in failure, but (having not seen the most recent bits) Ruby is still going strong, and i really like her cape, rose petals, and use of a scythe.

She is THE RRH character of all time. She has a scythe that's also a gun and she has to be the hero because she's got super rare main character powers. She is my happy girl. Also her mom was Sleeping Beauty and her sister is Goldilocks, and she fights to stop Rapunzel from destroying everything on the world, the gods, and then herself.

Ruby as a character is literally based on little red riding hood! She has a red cape with a hood

the Red trailer is better propaganda than I could ever write

She is a badass with a scythe, inspired by her uncle and fueled by her mother's death and her sense of righteousness

She has a giant scythe

[weebsinstash]

Maybe it's the primal/prey in me. But I like the idea of fighting a werewolf during a camping trip because my friends are pusses who'd try to run while I would be like bring it on bitch. And they feel the urge to mate me instead. So they then have them try to befriend me and learn my routine as a human so they could get me alone when I'm not protecting anyone else so they could see that fear in my eyes and try to feel the urge to kill me, and they still find feel the need to make me their mate. They've seen me both vulnerable and powerful and they need to possess all of me

God, there was this idea I've been having and building on about a Reader who retreats to a small town that's more rural and closed off than a typical city and you're basically becoming burnt out on modern human society to the point you quite legitimately feel the urge to just turn into a hermit living in a shack somewhere just to get away from it all, and one night you're so sleep deprived because those goddamn wolves keep howling near your place and you're struggling with your job and you hate your life and your family and all the bad stories in the news that, you just walk outside and start running through the woods on a moonlit night, just running and running because you just feel afraid, trapped, you need to get away, you dont even know anymore, and eventually going really deep into the forest into a clearing or something before you just start screaming and wailing and calling out, just crying with your entire soul, and suddenly there are the wolves, they're there with you, not attacking or anything, just beginning to all howl with you as you scream your anguish out to the night sky

And the next morning you're going to the grocery store and your eyes are all swollen and puffy and people aren't like completely mean mugging you as an outsider anymore and you go to check out your groceries and you realize you forgot your wallet and you're about to start absolutely bawling your eyes out and about to put everything back when suddenly multiple people are stepping forward to chip in, oh its their pleasure, everyone has struggles, we've all been there right? Except?? They were all treating you like shit basically since you got here, what changed?

Gee it may have had something to do with like having a massive ass breakdown in front of a really suspiciously large number of wolves who just kind of watched over you and lowkey herded you back towards your home when you were done crying. You know how fucking big wolves are? They sure ain't dog sized. Some of these werewolf audiobooks describe the alpha wolves nearly rivaling the size of bears sometimes 😭 you're just crying and suddenly you're ready to piss yourself because the biggest wolf of the entire group is like, gingerly stepping up to you with paws the size of your fucking head and you're thinking it's slowly approaching because it's about to attack or give you a "test bite" like when bears are checking if something is edible and it just. Gives you a quick nuzzle, maybe a lick to your wet cheeks

Like imagine if, obviously you don't know this is a werewolf pack and you're probably none too keen on having your snow white moment, so if they pretended to be vicious creatures by, say, growling and approaching you really aggressively, well, youre going to take off running (unless you faint which is an entirely different problem) and maaaaybe it's a total coincidence they chase you all the way back to your house when you hadn't realized how lost and far from home you were? And maybe they also thought it was quite fun to run with you, even if you were crying and acting like a little bunny, a little piece of fragile prey for them. Wolves do love a good chase, platonic or otherwise c;

I know I derailed from what you were actually talking about though lol, but I guess the more "feral" nature of the two ideas reminded me of each other lol. I HAVE listened to werewolf audiobooks where the guy was into his mate fighting back because as a wolf, male, and alpha, it sated his natural desires to like impose dominance and control, and also just the primal sloppiness of it, so like, imagine you've got this werewolf sonuvabitch just chasing you and trying to you know "mate" and he's all but open mouth drooling because he "likes em feisty" and its like boy I am literally trying to KILL YOU? Like imagine managing to get the jump on him, like you hide and jump out from around a corner, amd bash him over the head with a rock or a big stick, and it would have worked, IF he was human, so he just turns around all "you know what, im actually impressed c:" before, you know, folding you like a pretzel and breeding you 😩💦

[comatosebunny09]

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Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Mild Violence, Language, Word Vomit, Angst

Music Inspo: Face My Fears - Utada Hikaru

Started off as a potential love confession and a prelude to this. Went in the opposite direction. Sorry not sorry. Thank you for reading!

Blood.

So much of it speckles the pure, powdery snow beneath your feet. Intermingling with your own, viscous crimson coasting down your arm. You grip your katana with bone-white knuckles, afraid it might slip from your grasp. Grit your teeth with your eyes screwed shut, tensing as she rains another slew of attacks on your face.

“You little bitch!” the old woman spits, her cry so shrill, the birds overhead scatter. She’s a stark contrast to the gentle person she was hours prior. Bore kind eyes with a genuine smile. Giving hands that offered you solace and a place to lay your head. Those very hands are now balled into fists, thumping against your chest. Shoving, scratching, slapping. “We trusted you, and you betrayed us!” The malice of her voice sends your heart plummeting to your feet.

Your cheek stings in the wake of another slap, throbbing an angry scarlet. You could easily overpower her. She’s nearly thrice your age, half your height. Old, feeble, weak. You were merely protecting her. Upholding your duty. You had to; you were trained to.

You peer over her shoulder, her tear-stricken face fading in and out of focus. A Gaussian blur of emotions. You watch as a purl of inky smoke builds behind her. Hisses and pops, stretching toward the sky with its pungent odor. Releases a sigh of a life petering out. A demon. Her husband. Or what once was. It tried to kill her; wanted to eat her. You were merely…

You were…

You—

“Get out of here!” she shrieks, slicing through the fog of your conscience. You flinch. The blood in your veins crystallizes to ice as she bunches your haori in her hands and pushes. You don’t budge. Rooted to this spot, sight filmy with the threat of your own tears. “Leave this place, you coward!” She’s crying. You’re crying. You did this.

You did—

The snow crunches. The old woman’s on her knees now. Her shoulders tremble, choked sobs leaving her throat. “How could you?” she weeps, clawing at the ice. “How could…” A pained, bloodcurdling scream follows, the sound like that of a wounded animal awaiting its slaughter. Her wail holds your heart in an agonizing vice, your gut fastening itself in knots.

You’re not really thinking. Body moves of its own volition. Running. Phasing in and out of sight, your feet and skill carry you through the forest. Farther and farther away from that once warm cabin. The arctic wind kissing your tear-stained cheeks. You don’t have a destination in mind; just let your instincts take you. Heart guiding you, lungs aflame.

When familiar blue rooftops mar your vision, you finally come to your senses. Skid to a stop at the entrance, the snow a billowing mist around. He is there in the clearing, seated on his engawa. Of course he is. Sunshine amid the rain. A golden wildflower growing through the cracks of asphalt. A campfire kindled on the coldest day. You can’t breathe. No matter how hard you try, how much air you greedily suck in, you just can’t—

A call of your name. Worried brows, concern etched in his features. Kyojuro drops his book, cautiously taking steps toward you before breaking into a sprint. Extends a hand, your name at the curl of his tongue again. He moves closer. Uncomfortably close. Overwhelming so. You can’t remember how to breathe. He’s so warm, and his earthy scent is crowding your senses.

He’s holding you. Shaking you, strong hands burning through your haori. You’re hysterical. Can’t recall how to talk. Your voice is lodged in your throat, your eyes darting about with paranoia coloring your veins. He’s calling your name, his voice sounding from all angles.

“You’re bleeding,” he states, gently forcing you back, optics scanning over you with alarm. You hate yourself for how pained he sounds. Don't deserve such kindness. “Are you alright?” And then the calluses of his battle-worn hands tenderly press into your enflamed cheeks, bending your head back. Amber eyes melding to flames in your bleary vision. You don’t know when you’ve started crying again. Just feel a wail rolling from your throat like a tumultuous wave. Feel your body quake with unbridled emotion. “What’s wrong?” he demands, bending until you’re at eye level, his tone as anguished as your heart.

You don’t know. You really—

He draws you into his embrace as if it’s second nature. Holds you firmly to him, his heart thundering beneath your cheek. Fingers, soothing and compassionate, combing through your unkempt hair. Gentle coos and shushes vibrate your ears, and he kneads the space between your shoulder blades as you tremble with a new rush of despair.

Your hands are so small, balled up in his hakama. You feel pitiful. Wailing, blubbering, sniveling. He's shushing you. Chanting "I've got you" into your tresses like a mantra. Holding you to him, refusing to let you crumble. Somewhere between the sympathy in his tenure, the heat of his form, and the adrenaline draining from your limbs, your vision's fading. Transitioning to black. Your name yelled in the distance, your body slackening. The sensation of you being lifted into powerful arms until...

Nothing.

[batgirlsay]

Cold Like Winter

Vampire AU Playlist for Obiyuki AU Bingo 2022 by @snowwhite-andtheknight

I used this AU as an excuse to make another Obi fall/winter themed playlist…

Started rearranging some fall/Halloween themed playlists and ended up with a story where vampire Obi falls for Shirayuki and has a lot of doubts about them being together. Eventually, after sharing his feelings, Shirayuki becomes the “final girl” and thinks about becoming a vampire too. The Anthony Green and Matt Pond songs fit perfectly for this theme!

East Coast Winters- Anthony Green You’re So Dead Meat- Anthony Green Your Ghost- The Decemberists Ghosting- Mother Mother The Haunting- Anberlin Halloween- Matt Pond PA Last Light- Matt Pond PA Final Girl- Chvrches

Summary lyrics are cited after the bonus vampire obi!

East Coast Winters- Anthony Green

Anyone who walks down my path after it snows Will cover up their footprints

Anyone who walks through my door is already done for And if you walk a mile in my shoes, you'd never choose You'd never come back here

As far as I can tell, you never got it right And everyone I know is all but turned away Scattered in the dark

You’re So Dead Meat- Anthony Green

Faces of doubt Haunted by the memories of everything minus the bad stuff

Sorrow and all Don't tell me if you care, come alive with it, let it show And don't wistfully believe I would die for it

Your Ghost- The Decemberists

Along the old seawall Inside the banquet hall Below the cellar stair Maybe you'll find me there Your ghost

And at your final end When you are free again No longer long to be You will belong to me

Ghosting- Mother Mother

I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting along Ghost in your house, ghost in your arms When you're tossing, when you turn in your sleep It's because I'm ghosting your dreams

And this is why I have decided To pull these old white sheets from my head I'll leave them folded neat and tidy So that you'll know I'm out of hiding

I remember, I remember the days When I'd make you oh-so afraid

I will be kind and I'll be sweet If you stop staring straight through me

And this is why I have decided To leave your house and home unhaunted You don't need poltergeist for sidekicks You don't need treats and you don't need tricks

The Haunting- Anberlin

Up on this hill, in this uncanny house The wind makes this place creak, the lights they are flickering The moon she is lurking, the clock it stopped working At a quarter past three

There's something dancing here in the shadows And I wish it were us

You haunt me baby, you haunt me here tonight

Can't get your memory, off of my mind Just want your heartbeat, on top of mine

Up on this hill, in this uncanny house Your spirit I can't see, but I still believe I can feel your breath on me

Halloween- Matt Pond PA

Went to where the people were on a Saturday night Seems like it always seems Where I go, I want to leave

I surprised myself as my mouth started speaking There is nothing left of my nerves As I lean over to ask her Pardon the intrusion Could we leave before it gets bad?

Last Light- Matt Pond PA

Night comes in and takes our light As we turn once again in the sun We don't have to drift out of sight But shadows will fall and run

Green turns gold and the gold turns green As we turn one more time past the sun Light like no one else has seen As the shadows will shift to none Yeah, they'll run, they will run, they will run As the day's last light soon is done

You thought it was your time To give into the endless night No, you were not right

Sky hangs heavy in the lowest light As the day slips down past the sun Black and blue in the forest green Shadows are gone, they have run

I can feel your hand let go of mine Drift you to where there isn't any light And I can never sleep enough, that's right Something makes me nervous 'bout the night

Final Girl- Chvrches

Keeping secrets until everything became a bit too loud

And it feels like the weight is too much to carry I should quit, maybe go get married Only time will tell

Don't want to find your daughter in a body bag So I need to get out now while most of me is still intact

In the final cut In the final scene There's a final girl Does she look like me?

[velvetgoldminecherry]

Kakashi Week day 3: Broken Fang

Baby mine, don’t you cry

Baby mine, dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part, baby of mine

Music always was an importan part of his life. Wolves use it for everything: to find each other, thanks for the rain, ward off and fight enemies, protect each other, celebrate a successful hunt, cry for the dead ones...

When he was a creature who could barely walk or speak, Kakashi didn’t fear many things other kids were afraid of. He prefered the night over the day, thunder and lightning amused him. The moaning of wind in old houses rocked him when he couldn’t sleep. Shadows of the night were far more calming for Kakashi than any comforting words. There were very few humans able to understood the beauty of the wild world. Kakashi was one of them.

But he wasn’t only able to apreciate the beauty of the beasts, he also known sooner than others the cruelty of the world. He was pretty young when he learned that if you weren’t strong and capable enough, you would be abandoned or killed. Even by your own pack.

The only thing he couldn't learn in time was that the pack stuck together. The entire pack would die rather than have to lose a single member. The only thing he didn't learn was that behind every beast's eyes, behind every sharp fang, was a meek cub seeking comfort, in need of love and protection. It was not understood that there was time for love between each battle.

When one of the members fell exhausted on the ground, the pack helped him to continue, they took turns to take care of him, they stayed by his side until the arms of death arrived, ready to take away the warrior who had given everything until the end.

How could he have been so selfish?

The first time he killed a man he was four years old. His father had taken him on an S-rank mission. Sakumo knew that war lurked in every corner. He knew that his son would be sent to the battlefield even before he became a chunin. He wanted me to prepare him as much as he could. She wanted her pup to be able to protect herself when that time came.

He wanted to protect his pup.

At the age of five he was taught to torture. He was taught which bones to break, which organs to damage so that a victim would suffer enough, but not die. While the civilian children learned to add two plus two, Kakashi and many others learned the veins that would take someone's life if they were torn.

Kakashi was ordered to bury his emotions, he walked away from the pack of wolves and clung onto Shinobi code. He forgot the even beasts needed protection, that even beasts needed love.

He also forgot that even the strongests alphas could fall.

One winter day he was walking through the snow with his father. A storm was raging that had sent most of them home, but there was something in the genes of the Hatake Clan that desperately sought to go out into the call of the wild. There was something in his Hatake blood that thirsted for freedom, there was something in his Hatake blood that howled with a deep and eternal sadness. There was something fierce inside him that refused to stay within four walls, something that wanted to run into the cold forest.

It was the first time he saw it. Lying in a forest clearing, surrounded by tall trees that had lost their leaf litter, an imposing wolf with blue-black fur lay on its side on the ground. The crimson blood stood out beautifully and grotesquely against the white of the snow. The creature whimpered, its fading eyes spilling tears that froze on its midnight fur.

-It’s the alpha- his father whispered him back then- It’s pack has leave him.

As if it was a movie, Kakashi could see his five year old self watching the shocking sight of the huge beast, bleeding and making patterns on the snow that looked like red poppies.

It was something so beautiful, so heartbreaking and scaring to watch.

Second time he saw it was a few months later. He should have seen it coming, but again, Kakashi had ignored so many things that just until now he realized the signs. As clear and loud as the wolf’s song. The White Fang didn’t break that night when Kakashi founded him in a pool of his own blood and viscera. He had been breaking for a long time ago and Kakashi had been so blind, he had been so selfish to try to collect the pieces.

But even now, lying in the rain deeps in the woods, with a kunai buried in his femoral artery and one oh his ribs puncturing his left lung, Kakashi still ignored something: back then he was just a child. He couldn’t have safe something that had been broken long ago.

And for an instant, half-blinded by water anf blood, he saw a huge mass above him, and he could clearly felt a warm breath in his cold skin.

A second later his ANBU subordinates arrived at his side, and despite being informed later that he had been delirious from fever, Kakashi clearly saw the massive gray wolf following them all the way to the village gates, where he turned and turned. He walked silently into the shadows of the night.

For that night alone, the White Fang had come back to life.

@kakashiweek​

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| Horror Island: Jungkook. |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, self doubt, murder, graphic depictions

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It was cold, this kind of cold where the wind seems like a millions of little needles getting in the fingers. The thick white mist going out of his lips doesn’t seems to bother him anymore as he sinks as he can in the snow. The cold of the water gets in his veins as ice and his legs gives up yet another time, making him rolls like a rock through the dense forest. 

He was lost, it was undeniable. Lost and tired. His body wasn’t shivering anymore, dressed in a summer outfit at the middle of winter. A dry cough escape his lips when he mets the cold of the water at the end of the cliff. He doesn’t has the time to think that the cold is already inside his lungs, searching for air that comes in an ice cold puff. His arms doesn’t search to move, his body not responding anyway, before the painful darkness laces with the terrifying anguish. 

« - Jungkook, be quick to get up would you ? »

The hot air of summer violently comes in his lungs, so much he feels them burning. The young man straighten up, a bit lost, looking at the surroundings like an afraid animal trying to remember where he was. Before he takes in the stupidity of his anguish: his warm bed under his fingers and the habitual smell of his home hits him as hard as the nightmare he witnessed and a deep breath escapes his lips. 

« - I’m coming father. One minute. »

His voice is only a chirp as he jumps out of his bed for grabbing something to wear over his body, still confused by his strange dream that was yet so realistic. Jungkook gets to the family meeting in the big living room that his two older brothers and parents had joined for waiting him. A polite smile form on his still sleeping face when he sees the unpleasant sight of the man sitting over the wooden chair. 

« - Sir Damarro, you surely already mets our younger son, Jeon Jungkook.

-The small Jungkook, you had grow well from last time I had seen you. How much time ? 10 years ?

-15, sir Damarro. To what do we owe the visit of the village priest ?

-Well… Sir Damarro had comes in person to told us about some… Gossips.

-Oh, so our man of god has the luxury to listen what the village’s crows are storytelling ? »

The ironie palpable in Jungkook’s voice is only making the man of god smiling more, lifting his cup of tea to his lips in a dramatic way, tasting the first leaves of summer with delight. The silent break is making Jungkook shivers, and he hesitates to open his mouth numerous times to talk before he get cut in his trail of thoughts by the soft visibly sad sigh of the priest.

« - I would have paid no attention, if only the crows hasn’t bring up things as obnoxious as what I come to told. 

-So speak, come on don’t make us wait. If times are as bas as you might as well told us. Don’t you think ? 

-You’re truly right Sir Jeon. You see, it seems your son was spotted in the arms of another man of the village. 

-Oh, and who is it ?

-The young Kim, the son of the merchant. »

The sentence leaves the cold fall on the room and everyone looks at each others. A fickle moment that Jungkook seizes: moving quicker than the others, his little nose frown and his eyes sending lightning. He looks at his family then at Damarro as if he was a sick snake needing to be ended with the help of one’s boot. 

« - Nothing but nonsense. How dare you come to our house to make such accusations, you, a man of god ?

-Jungkook. Calm down, would you. Do you have any proofs to bring sir Damarro ?

-No. They are visibly only running rumors after all.

-So we will ask you to leave, and to shut this kind of delirious thoughts. At no time my son would had this kind of thought for another man. Am I clear ?

-It goes without saying. Excuse my misplaced curiosity. »

The usuals politeness are done as Jungkook stay silent, waiting for the wave to come by, for the information to make its place in his family. Looking at his feet like a children caught in the act. It’s only the gentle presence of his mother, passing against his red from angriness and maybe guilt cheeks, that make him calm down a bit. 

« - Come on, they’re only gossips. Nothing more. All these vipers are surely dead from jealousy that our marvelous son didn’t choose them already.

-We need to shut down these gossips. We need to marry him, quick. If the priest knows about it then the whole village talk about it. We can’t let the people whisper in our back, our reputation is at stake. Imagine that they think our son is marked by the devil ? 

-Come on… Jungkook is only sixteen. What are you talking about ? 

-I don’t care about it. Let’s organize a wedding, the daughter of the chief is still available, no ?

-But father… 

-No buts. You will be her husband by the end of the month. No objection authorized. »

Sad and bitter, Jungkook lowered his head, murmuring his ‘yes father’ under the devoted gaze of his mother who kept silent her rancor. 

The new ringing the bells the morning next to Damarro’s visit, under the cheers of the people and the surprised gaze of both parties. Impossible, Jungkook was devastated, every emotions going by his fingers were terrifying. He wished to see them burn, disappear in the flames of the intrepid hell. In whose name love between two men was so bad ? Who up there has enough voice to step on his feelings with so less guilt ? What can it change he was loving so much another man ? Deep in his thoughts, lost in the forest he knows better than anyone, he was surprised by the thing rolling around his wrist like a snake. Jungkook moves quickly, ready to end the threat until softening when his gaze meet the being buried in his thoughts even in major crisis. 

« - Taehyung… What are you doing here ?

-I come to congratulate the groom, as is customary. 

-You shouldn’t have…

-Why not ? You don’t want me to give you your gift in advance ? »

He lets himself be kissed, accepting without a word the love submerging him in only one embrace. Time once again seems to freeze, and their two bodies laces in the intimacy of water. The lake and waterfall the only witness of the passion devouring them. When they let go of each others, finally, their sweaty bodies don’t let go, and their lips meets. 

« - Let’s run away.

-Jungkook, what ?

-Let’s go far, from everything. From here. Let’s marry in our way. Let’s spend the rest of our days together.

-And our families ? Your money ? Your glory ?

-None of these can prevent me from being with you. I love you Taehyung.

-Where would we go ?

-Anywhere, beyond the forest, beyond the sea. Where the wind will get us. »

Joy is sharing through the kiss, both embracing each other. The passion rise over again until the night caresses their faces. 

They didn't get the time to escape. By the beginning of the end of summer, a week prior to the wedding, the couple got call at the priest’s temple. Only Jungkook gets out of it, covered in his own blood, snow running along his bruised body. The nightmare becoming reality. His body sink in the bottom of the lake. As the only witness the round moon, crying with cold crystals his death. 

-x- 

« - Taehyung ? »

A jolt, as his body leave the desk the man visibly fall asleep on. His gaze felts on the flying papers, visibly spreads around. In front of him the cold lake he had seen himself died two times. The unpleasant sensation taking him by the throat as his gaze turn to the man who comes to wake him up. 

« -Still on this article ?

-Yes, I want to be sure I understand everything perfectly.

-Don’t over do it, we doesn’t want you to have a burn-out. Who would I wake up otherwise ? »

A gentle tired smile get on Taehyung’s lips as he retrieved the various papers in front of him. A polite movement before he disappears to get to his small home: a very small apartment with two rooms in top of a building allowing him to look at Séoul. A deep sigh escape his lips as he holds at the notebook freshly bought, writing inside the strange dream he remembered, seeming terribly realistic. His hand stuck at the last sentence he heard before waking up. Circling with the red pen the writing. 

« - The poison first spreads by the water. »

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

How to Plant Snapdragons

Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Keegan & König X Female Criminal!Reader (Captain Price, because he'll be like a father to the bunch, and König and Keegan won't appear until later on in the story) SYNOPSIS: You are a criminal who is forced to join and help Task Force 141 with their mission under the order of General Shepherd.

PREFACE

Maybe being in prison wasn’t so bad. At least, some inmates there were actually kind of friendly and wouldn’t be able to kill you in an instant. Maybe you shouldn’t have let yourself get caught and thrown behind bars in the first place. Maybe you should have run away instead.

At least there wouldn’t be big men who were trained to snap bones, shoot a bullet through your head, and gut you if had stayed quiet. At least there wouldn’t be big men chasing after your head if you had been obedient.

Except, obedience wasn’t in your vocabulary.

Most of the time.

Well, having men with big biceps, thick thighs, and broad chests ordering you around wasn’t so bad in a while, yeah?

CONTENT WARNING: Strong Language WORD COUNT: 2.5k

"Have you ever heard of a mountain chicken?"

For the fourth time, since you had gotten on the road or rather, the sky since you were on a noisy as hell helicopter or chopper (whatever it was called), Laswell sighed. This was the first time someone had annoyed her this much to the point she had considered snapping your neck.

You had already told her a bunch of terrible dad jokes, dark jokes that even Satan would be proud of you, and puns you could think of, and only once did the woman laugh, and it was the most monotonous and insincere laugh you had heard in a while.

You were going insane. Laswell thought of that too.

No phone during the ride—not even a fucking radio to listen to old songs or news! You were used to listening to music while looking out of any vehicle you were on.

Like bruh, what could be more boring than having nothing to fiddle on during long-ass rides that you wouldn't know when to finally end? Especially when you could see nothing but the gray sky, snow-covered mountains, white forests, trees, and even more trees. There were some occasional odd-shaped clouds, bringing floating whites around.

You turned your face at her again, leaning a bit close to her, and whispered, "So, have you ever heard of a—shit!”

The helicopter shook a bit, making you again hold onto your chair for dear life. It wasn’t that you were afraid of heights. You’ve had your fair share of sky diving, bungee jumping, roller coasters, and stuff, but falling off in the middle of nowhere? Who would like that? You ain’t Tarzan to survive living in a fucking jungle. And the jungle Tarzan grew up in wasn’t covered in ice.

You ain’t dying until you see the ending of your favorite animes, manhwa, mangas, books, and dramas.

"Good Lord, what the fu—" You pursed your lips into a thin line the moment you saw Laswell's burning glare, ready to throw you off the flying transport and watch you break your bones when you slam on the surface of the earth, then rejoice when a pack of wolves makes you their dinner.

You simply look out to the forest and rest your head on the chair. “Maybe if you had let me at least have some papers and pen to draw or a book, I would have stayed quiet,” you mumbled and waited for a reply that never came.

Guess you’d just spend the rest of the flight, making scenarios in your head with your fictional husbands.

“Inbound in one minute,” said the guy in front of the helicopter, steering the wheel and making the vehicle tilt to the left.

You peered through the window by your side, almost planting your face against the glass to see where you guys were supposed to land. And there it was, a massive military base. Even from afar, you could see the buildings where soldiers probably lived and wide spaces where they trained or parked the vehicles they used for transport and battles.

You squinted your eyes as the helicopter flew closer and closer to the base. You passed through the gate and watchtowers, spotting some soldiers walking and some jeeps (if they do call those jeeps) driven around the land. It did not take long for the helicopter to touch down on the landing pad, and through the window, you noticed some people coming close.

Kate opened the door and both of you were greeted by the harsh, freezing wind caused by the chopper’s blades. The older women easily jumped down, but you remained inside, turning to the pilot and holding onto the headrest of his seat.

“Hey, Mister,” you said as the heavy noises around you started to die down and smiled at him when he faced you with a frown, wrinkles on his forehead and eyes becoming evident. “What’s your name?”

“. . . Nikolai,” he answered after a good couple of seconds and quickly turned his attention forward.

“Say, Nikolai, can you teach me how to drive this—hey!” An arm grabbed the back of your collar, forcefully dragging you out. You stumbled on your feet as you landed on the concrete, the snow created a crisp crunch beneath your boots and you grimaced as your hair stuck to your mouth. “Goddamnit, Laswell, I was just trying to make a conversation!” you shouted as she let you go.

“You can have those conversations later,” she claimed.

You followed her, swiping the strands of hair from your mouth. “Ah, shit, fuck.” You groaned in frustration as you felt a sting in both your eyes, making you unable to open them.

“Is this her?” asked Price, scanning you from head to toe, before eyeing Laswell.

“Yeah, she’s a real pain in the ass, I’m telling you,” the older woman answered with a heavy sigh. “I don’t know what had gotten into the General’s head to have a criminal in the 141.”

You made no comment about her words, knowing it was true. Rubbing your painful eyes, you turned to the right, assuming Kate was there. “Hey, Laswell, you got some water? I got something in my eyes.” You let out a squeak when you slammed against a post, but certainly, this post didn’t feel like a post, and men in the military were trained to become brick walls.

“Who the heck would just stand in the way . . .” You tried to open an eye, which made it water, but you held it in to look up at the guy. He wore a vest over a tight-fitting shirt (who the fuck would wear a shirt in winter) and denim pants to pair it. But what got your attention was his dumb haircut that ruined his cute face and you couldn’t help but ask, “Did a rooster do your hair?”

A snort came from the other side followed by a cough.

“Really, Gaz?” Soap grumbled, motioning a hand. Though, he wasn’t really offended. He had heard people comment on his hair, but did that stop him from rocking the damn haircut? No shit.

“Sorry,” Gaz replied, amusement still evident in his voice.

At the same time, you stepped away and continued rubbing your eyes, which had gone a bit better. “Forget the water, I’m good now.”

“Told you, she’s a pain in the ass,” Laswell once again claimed, making you roll your eyes, and finally look around you. “Well, these are the men you will be working with from now on.” She nodded at the four guys standing with you two and gave your shoulder a couple of heavy pats. “Listen to them well. Otherwise, you know what Shepherd and I will do to you.”

Listen to them well, like the good dog you were trained to be. Otherwise, they would just throw you away like a useless tool you were.

Or worse, they would keep you as their trophy, to be paraded around.

Well, you could live with that as long as they give you lots of food and money. At least, you would be able to smell the shits your prisonmates took every single fucking day, get slapped every time you woke up, or get picked on every time you were out of the wards’ sight.

Some inmates were kind enough to help you, but they were in a different cell. Oh, how you wish you could say goodbye to those women.

You pursed your lips and sighed, nodding. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. I’ll leave her in your care, boys.” Kate waved them goodbye, before climbing back into the chopper.

“What, wait!” You yelled at her, which made her raise a brow. “Can I have a phone?” You flashed a big smile.

Laswell smiled back, but in the way, she looked ready to prostate you to the floor and command the 141 to shoot you until their bullets ran out. “For the last time, no.”

“Come on!” You whined, throwing your hands in the air. “You won’t let me use my phone, you won’t even let me bring books or anything to entertain myself with. This isn’t any better than being in jail where people make you eat the shit they pulled out of their assholes after dinner and make a makeshift knife with a fucking toothbrush they used to clean the toilet they sleep next to.”

You talked fast enough to make you sound like an annoying mosquito that couldn’t be killed in the middle of the night while people were sleeping. You phased back and forth as you rambled, exaggeratedly waving your hands as if that would make your points clearer.

It didn’t.

It only made some soldiers who were passing by believe that you were a mentally ill hostage the Task Force 141 recently caught.

But what would they get out of a woman with screws loose?

“She’s got no filter on,” Soap mumbled in bewilderment, leaning a bit to Ghost, who remained still. “I've had my fair share of hearing curses in different languages but a bloody detailed story of how people eat shit? Goddamn.”

“You should be more concerned about what kind of prison she came from,” Gaz responded in a low voice, shaking his head in disgust as they listened to you tell the agent about an inmate accidentally swallowing a roach.

“You two should be thinking about how to make that damn mouth shut up,” Ghost declared, shooting a glance to the side and wanting to get away as soon as he could. Had Shepherd gone mad to let this clucking woman out? Did you perhaps swallow a cricket in jail and that was why you wouldn’t stop being noisy?

Captain Price sighed and shook his head.

Laswell looked away from you as if that would make you shut up, but then she remembered the helicopter had doors. She slammed it close and breathed in relief as your voice got blocked.

What on Earth did she do to the General to make her deal with you?

She motioned a hand. “Get going, Nikolai, before she gets even more crazy than she already is.”

“Solid copy,” Nikolai replied, joy clear in his tone. He prayed to never hear a damn word from you again.

“At least let me have access to Archive of Our Own!”

The helicopter started, and the blades created an awful whirring sound as it slowly raise, bringing harsh wind to slap you in the face, to tell you Laswell wasn’t going to give you enough shit anymore.

You once threw again your hands up in the air in defeat. “Fucking hell.” Then, you turned around, remembering you had some new company with you.

“Welcome to Task Force 141,” Price said and extended a gloved hand to you, which you quickly received.

You shook it and flashed a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Captain. I hope to be . . . in use of you and the group.” You wished you could cut off your tongue as soon as those words rolled out.

You did not like being dragged out of the prison, so you could help some supposedly good guys under the command of a bald general, who fucking guilt trip you about saving you from behind bars like some kind of Asian parent. The old man even praised himself that he was your savior like a goddamn stuck-up saint with a god complex.

Oh, how you wish you could file his bald head with a cheese grater.

“I hope so, too.” Price turned and walked away, which was the cue for you to follow him.

You padded behind him like a puppy that found its new owner. Your eyes darted around in curiosity and greedily taking in the details in everything you could see at the moment, until your gaze shifted to Kyle, who walked beside you. You stared at him just as he stared down at you, and as he was about to smile, you turned away.

Cute guy, you thought, but you liked fictional men better. You gazed from left to right as you entered a building. There was nothing much to see but hallways.

Gaz’s eyebrow twitch. Did he just get ignored? Alright, he would let you get away from it for now. Got to be nice and show some hospitality towards the newcomer, even if you shouldn’t be here in the first place. But seriously, you looked like you had a jar of crack and a few gallons of Monster mixed with coffee up your ass to even walk.

Then, he pulled a face when he saw Soap’s smug look. This fucking rooster.

“Ah, right, Captain,” you began once again, after a short while of silence, “Laswell mentioned about you having something to discuss with me?”

“Yes, but I prefer to talk about it in my office.” Price turned to a corner.

“Oh, okay—I mean, copy that, sir.” You glanced over your shoulder, eyeing the opposite hallway from where the Captain was leading you four.

It didn’t take long until Price halted before a door, prompting the rest of you to stop. He pushed it open and nodded at you. “Ladies first.”

You tilted your head. “Sir? But you’re my superior and I’m sure gender doesn’t matter in this—”

“Oh, just enter.” Soap draped his arm around your shoulder and dragged you inside the room. “He’s the Captain and that’s why you follow his orders.” He motioned his finger in front of you.

“Ah, yes . . . sir.” You shot a glance at his arm that pulled you close to him, the muscles used to do heavy work, the hand that could easily grab your neck or face to make you shut the hell up or manhandle you. Then, you look to your other side, welcomed by his—sweet Jesus, how big were those boobs? You tapped your fingers on your thigh, fighting the urge not to put your hand on them and bury your face between them.

Ah, maybe being in the military wasn’t so bad.

Would you be able to experience this more if you disobey?

“I’ll keep it simple,” Price said and leaned on the desk behind him, crossing his arms. “You are to follow our orders. You are forbidden to be out of sight of the team for more than 20 minutes, and to monitor your movements, Laswell left me something.” Price extended an object to Gaz, which the younger man whistled upon sight.

You grimaced at the ankle monitor on his hand. “Can’t I just be as obedient as you want me to be?”

Price shook his head with a soft smile. “Sorry, young lady, that won’t do.”

Gaz dropped on one knee before you. It would have been nice, had not it to put the goddamn monitor on you, and if not Soap tightened his grip as if you’d run away. As if they couldn’t disable you in a blink.

For a moment, the thought of cutting off your foot crossed your mind, but they would only put the monitor in your other leg, and you weren’t fucking Wolverine or Deadpool.

You wiggled your left leg after Kyle was done, feeling heavier than ever before.

You were taking back what you said. This shit sucked.

And it didn’t stop you from running away the next few days.

Chapter 2 is here and the Masterlist!

You can also read the series on AO3 here.

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May 2019 Story

I accidentally deleted the original post :') so this is my recreation. I originally wrote this when I was 16, and first posted it when I was 18.

Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the ebony wood in this frame." 

Soon afterward Queen Undine she had a little daughter who was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore they called her Little Snow White. And as soon as the child was born, the queen died. 

A year later the king took himself another wife. He died, mysteriously, soon after. She was a beautiful woman, but she was proud and arrogant, and she could not stand it if anyone might surpass her in beauty. She had a magic mirror that she received as a wedding gift. It had, when she first got it, assured her that beauty was a social construct but after explaining to the mirror the TRUE meaning of beauty while holding a hammer over the glass, the mirror corrected itself. And so every morning she stood before it, looked at herself, and said: Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 

Who in this land is fairest of all? 

To this the mirror answered: 

You, my queen, are fairest of all. 

Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the mirror spoke the truth. 

Snow White became ever more beautiful. When she was seven years old, she was as beautiful as the light of day, even more beautiful than the queen herself. 

One day when the queen asked her mirror: 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 

Who in this land is fairest of all? 

It answered: 

You, my queen, are fair; it is true. 

But Snow White is a thousand times fairer than you. 

The queen took fright and turned yellow and green with envy. From that hour on whenever she looked at Snow White her heart turned over inside her body, so great was her hatred for the girl. The envy and pride grew ever greater, like a weed in her heart, until she had no peace day and night. 

She had previously ignored the girl as much as possible, realizing that while she did need an heir when she died, but now ‘knew’ that the girl’s mere existence was a tragedy, and that she should die. 

Then she summoned a huntsman and said to him, "Take Snow White out into the woods. I never want to see her again. Kill her, and as proof that she is dead bring her heart back to me." 

She planned to eat the heart after performing dark incantations upon it, to gain the beauty of the owner. 

The huntsman obeyed and took Snow White into the woods. He took out his hunting knife and was about to stab it into her innocent heart when she began to cry, saying, "Oh, dear huntsman, let me live. I will run into the wild woods and never come back." 

As she was so beautiful the huntsman took pity on her, and he said, "Run away, you poor child." He thought, "The wild animals will soon devour you anyway," but still it was as if a stone had fallen from his heart, for he would not have to kill her. 

Just then a lovely young doe came running by. He killed it, cut out its heart, and took it back to the queen as proof of Snow White's death. The wicked woman ate it, supposing that she 

had eaten Snow White's heart. Her visage did improve a little, and so the queen was satisfied. She mistook the new hint of tawny in her hair as youthfulness, and the darkening and widening of her eyes as the adaption of the innocence of youth. 

The poor child was now all alone in the great forest, and she was so afraid that she just looked at all the leaves on the trees and did not know what to do. Then she began to run. She ran over sharp stones and through thorns, and wild animals jumped at her, but they did her no harm. She ran as far as her feet could carry her, and just as evening was about to fall she saw a little house and went inside in order to rest. 

Inside the house everything was small. There was a little table with a white tablecloth and seven little plates, and each plate had a spoon, and there were seven knives and forks and seven mugs as well. Against the wall there were seven little beds, all standing in a row and covered with white sheets. 

Because she was so hungry and thirsty Snow White ate a few vegetables and a little bread from each little plate, and from each mug she drank a drop of water. Afterward, because she was so tired, she lay down on a bed, but none of them felt right -- one was too long, the other too short -- until finally the seventh one was just right. She remained lying in it and soon she fell asleep. 

After dark the masters of the house returned home. They were the seven dwarfs who picked and dug for ore in the mountains. They lit their lantern, and as soon as it was light in their house they saw that someone had been there, for not everything was in the same order as they had left it. 

The first one said, "Who has been sitting in my chair?" 

The second one, "Who has been eating from my plate?" 

The third one, "Who has been eating my bread?" 

The fourth one, "Who has been eating my vegetables?" 

The fifth one, "Who has been sticking with my fork?" 

The sixth one, "Who has been cutting with my knife?" 

The seventh one, "Who has been drinking from my mug?" 

Then the first one saw that there was a little imprint in his bed, and said, "Who stepped on my bed?" 

The others came running up and shouted, "Someone has been lying in mine as well." But the seventh one, looking at her bed, found Snow White lying there asleep. The seven dwarfs all came running up, and they cried out with amazement. They shone the light on Snow White. "Oh good heaven! Oh good heaven!" they cried. "This child is so beautiful!" They were so happy, that they did not wake her up, but let her continue to sleep there in the bed. The seventh dwarf had to sleep with her mother, for it was her bed that Snow White had chosen. 

The next morning Snow White woke up, and when she saw the seven dwarfs she was frightened. But they were friendly and asked, "What is your name?" 

"My name is Snow White," she answered. 

"How did you find your way to our house?" the dwarfs queried. 

Then she told them that her stepmother had tried to kill her, that the huntsman had spared her life, and that she had run the entire day, finally coming to their house. 

Sal, the dwarfs’ leader, came up with an idea. "We are tired of coming home after a long day of mining to have to cook and clean, and no maid have found is willing to work in our home. They are all too tall. If you will keep house for us, and cook, make beds, wash, sew, and knit,and keep everything clean and orderly, then you can stay with us, and you shall have everything that you want. Do you agree?" 

"Yes," said Snow White, "with all my heart." 

So she kept house for them. Every morning they went into the mountains looking for ore and gold, and in the evening when they came back home their meal had to be ready. During the day the girl was alone. 

The good dwarfs warned her, saying, "Be careful about your stepmother. She will soon know that you are here. Do not let anyone in." 

Now the queen, believing that she had eaten Snow White's heart, could only think that she was again the first and the most beautiful woman of all. She did not ask the mirror for ten years, comfortable in her position as fairest in the land, until one day she found a wrinkle in her otherwise faultless facade. Feeling insecure, she stepped before her mirror and said: Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 

Who in this land is fairest of all? 

It answered: 

You, my queen, are fair; it is true. 

But Snow White, beyond the mountains 

With the seven dwarfs, 

Is still a thousand times fairer than you. 

This startled the queen, for she knew that the mirror did not lie, and she realized that the huntsman had deceived her, and that Snow White was still alive. Then she thought, and thought again, how she could kill Snow White, for as long as long as she was not the most beautiful woman in the entire land her envy would give her no rest. 

At last she thought of something. Then with the art of witchcraft, which she understood, she disguised herself as an old peddler woman, so that no one would recognize her. In this disguise she went to the house of the seven dwarfs. Knocking on the door she called out, "Beautiful wares for sale, for sale!" 

Snow White peered out the window and said, "Good day, dear woman, what do you have for sale?" 

"Good wares, beautiful wares," she answered. "Bodice laces in all colors." And she took out one that was braided from colorful silk. "Would you like this one?" 

"I can let that honest woman in," thought Snow White, then unbolted the door and bought the pretty bodice lace. 

"Child," said the old woman, "look how lovely you look! Come, let me lace you up." The unsuspecting Snow White stood before her and let her do up the new lace, but the old woman pulled so quickly and so hard that Snow White could not breathe. 

"You used to be the most beautiful one," said the Queen, and hurried away, for she had heard the songs of the dwarfs coming home. 

Not long afterward, in the evening time, the seven dwarfs came home. How terrified they were when they saw their dear Snow White lying on the ground, not moving at all, as though she were dead. They lifted her up, and, seeing that she was too tightly laced, they untied it. Then she began to breathe a little, and little by little she came back to life. 

When the dwarfs heard what had happened they said, "The old peddler woman was no one else but the evil queen. Take care and let no one in when we are not with you." 

When the wicked woman returned home she went to her mirror and asked:

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 

Who in this land is fairest of all? 

The mirror answered once again: 

You, my queen, are fair; it is true. 

But Snow White, beyond the mountains 

With the seven dwarfs, 

Is still a thousand times fairer than you. 

When she heard that, all her blood ran to her heart because she knew that Snow White had come back to life. 

"This time," she said, "I shall think of something that will destroy you." 

She made a poisoned comb. Then she bespelled herself, taking the form of a man. Thus she went across the seven mountains to the seven dwarfs, knocked on the door, and called out, "Nice wares for sale, for sale!" 

Snow White looked out and said, "Go on your way. I am not allowed to let anyone in." "You surely may take a look," said the man, pulling out the poisoned comb and holding it up. The teen liked it so much that she let herself be deceived, and she opened the door. 

After they had agreed on the purchase, the man said, "Now let me comb your hair properly." The comb was barely stuck into Snow White's hair when the poison took effect, and the girl fell down unconscious. The Queen threw off her disguise. 

"You specimen of beauty," said the wicked woman, "now you are finished." And she gleefully walked away. 

Fortunately it was almost evening, and the seven dwarfs came home. When they saw Snow White lying on the ground as if she were dead, they immediately suspected her stepmother. They examined her and found the poisoned comb. They had scarcely pulled it out when Snow White came to herself again and told them what had happened. Once again they warned her to be on guard and not to open the door for anyone. 

Back at home the queen stepped before her mirror and said: 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 

Who in this land is fairest of all? 

The mirror answered: 

You, my queen, are fair; it is true. 

But Snow White, beyond the mountains 

With the seven dwarfs, 

Is still a thousand times fairer than you. 

When the queen heard the mirror saying this, she shook and trembled with anger, "Snow White shall be punished," she shouted, "if it costs me my life!" Then she went into her most secret room - no one else was allowed inside - and she made a poisoned apple. From the outside it was beautiful, white with red cheeks, and anyone who saw it would want it. But anyone who might eat a little piece of it would sleep in a living death, unable to pass to either side, stuck in a nightmarish in-between. Then, glamouring her face, she disguised herself as a peasant woman, and thus went across the mountains to the seven dwarfs. She knocked on the door. 

Snow White stuck her head out the window and said, "I am not allowed to let anyone in. The dwarfs have forbidden me to do so." 

"That is alright with me," answered the peasant woman. "I'll easily get rid of my apples. Here, I'll give you one of them." 

"No," said Snow White, "I cannot accept anything." 

"Are you afraid of poison?" asked the old woman. "Look, I'll cut the apple in two. You eat the red half, and I shall eat the white half." 

Now the apple had been so artfully made that only the red half was poisoned. Snow White longed for the beautiful apple, and when she saw that the peasant woman was eating part of it she could no longer resist, and she stuck her hand out and took the poisoned half. She barely had a bite in her mouth when she fell to the ground dead. 

The queen looked upon her with a gruesome stare, laughed loudly, and said, "White as snow, red as blood, black as ebony wood! This time the dwarfs cannot awaken you." 

Back at home she asked her mirror: 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 

Who in this land is fairest of all? 

It finally answered: 

You, my queen, are fairest of all. 

Then her envious heart was at rest, as well as an envious heart can be at rest. When the dwarfs came home that evening they found Snow White lying on the ground. She was not breathing at all. She was dead. They lifted her up and looked for something poisonous. They undid her laces. They combed her hair. They washed her with water and wine. But nothing helped. The dear teen was dead, and she remained dead. They laid her on a bier, and all sat next to her and mourned for her and cried for three days. They were going to bury her, but she still looked as fresh as a living person, and still had her beautiful red cheeks. 

They said, "We cannot bury her in the earth," and they had a glass coffin made, so she could be seen from all sides. They laid her inside, and with golden letters wrote on it her name, and that she was a princess. Then they put the coffin outside on a mountain, and one of them always stayed with it and watched over her. The animals too came and mourned for Snow White, first an owl, then a raven, and finally a dove. 

Snow White lay there in the coffin a long, long time, and she did not decay, but looked like she was asleep, for she was still as white as snow and as red as blood, and as black-haired as ebony wood. 

Now it came to pass that a prince named Florian entered these woods and happened onto the dwarfs' house, where he sought shelter for the night. He saw the coffin on the mountain with beautiful Snow White in it, and he read what was written on it with golden letters. 

Then Florian said to the dwarfs, "Let me have the coffin. I will pay any price for it." But the dwarfs answered, "We will not sell it for all the gold in the world." 

Then he said, "Then give it to me, for I cannot live without being able to see Snow White. I will honor her and respect her as my most cherished one." 

As Florian spoke, the good dwarfs felt pity for him and gave him the coffin. The prince had his servants carry it away on their shoulders. But then it happened that one of them stumbled on some brush, and this dislodged from Snow White's throat the piece of poisoned apple that she had bitten off. Not long afterward she opened her eyes, lifted the lid from her coffin, sat up, and was alive again. 

"Good heavens, where am I?" she cried out. 

Florian said joyfully, "You are with me." He and the dwarves told her what had happened, and then asked her and the dwarves to his palace to recover. They spent a couple years alternating between living in the cottage and the palace, Snow White eventually asking  Florian out. Then, when he pulled out an engagement ring, she enthusiastically said yes. Their wedding was planned with great splendor and majesty, to be celebrated in the winter. Snow White's awful stepmother was also invited to the wedding, knowing only that her neighbor was getting married. The Queen loved to upstage brides on the occasion she was invited to a marriage, and decided to see if she was still the most beautiful in the land. After putting on her beautiful clothes she stepped before her mirror and said: 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, 

Who in this land is fairest of all? 

The mirror answered: 

You, my queen, are fair; it is true. 

But the young queen is a thousand times fairer than you. 

The wicked woman uttered a curse, and she became so infuriated, that she did not know what to do. At first she did not want to go to the wedding, but she found no peace. She had to go and see the young queen. When she arrived she recognized Snow White, she could only stand there without moving, her rage growing insurmountable. After a few minutes of this, her high blood pressure got to her and she died, falling over onto her face. Her entourage carried her away, and the wedding continued on, the bright beginning to the happy ending of Snow White and Florian. 

THE END 

Snow White Explanation 

This story is very old-fashioned. But despite changing a little of the words, most of the story is the same. I kept a lot of the language, as it is very beautifully described. The whole, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the ebony wood in this frame." is a beautiful example of prose that isn’t really found in modern literature. 

But let me tell you, I spent a LOT of time on this one. The very first picture, I even did all the stonework! Unfortunately, I realized, if I was to continue upon that same vein, it would take me FOREVER to finish. So I decided to focus on just the living creatures and furniture. And boy, did I. I realized that the dwarves didn’t just have to be all males. They could be a whole family! So I named them and had them married and one is even a kid. I know it’s silly but it’s really fun to draw them like this. You’re an artist though. You probably know. 

I was thinking, “How would a bunch of really short people find other short people like themselves?” After all, it was very uncommon to be that short. Dwarves were probably 1 in a million, or even less than that. In fact, medieval monarchs used to keep these poor people as pets, as status symbols to show off their power. Can you imagine? So I decided these dwarves must’ve met while royal courts were visiting, fell in love, and escaped. They found work in a mine, where their short statue came of use, and had a child. They had a safe house for short people! That’s why they would accept Snow White so easily - they were also hiding from evil rulers and were running a safe house. 

So, crazy me, made a family tree: 

Kogu, Sal, Adrien and Marinette have their names from TV shows I watch. They look nothing like those characters. Clint is named that because I realized he looks a lot like Clint Barton, or Hawkeye, from the Avengers when I drew him. Vani is his girlfriend by the end of the story. I just named her that because she reminded me of this really admirable girl I go to school with. Valentine is named after a little sister of my old friend M from elementary school, because they also look similar. I have no clue how I remembered her face, as I haven't seen her in about five years. ANYWAY, The Grandparents are full of authority and often yell (because they are worried) at Snow White whenever she almost dies. Valentine is Snow White’s BFF, as they grow up together. Snow White cleans their house. THERE! I’m done with the dwarves. The mother’s picture is kind of symbolic. Her thumb that she pricked was right under the heart of the deer she was needlepointing, so it would make an allusion to the deer that later gives its heart to the Queen so Snow White would live.

I didn’t realize until the fourth picture that I had yet to show Snow White’s face. I thought it was interesting, so I kept doing that until the very end. 

In the Grimm story, I found out the Prince doesn’t kiss Snow White and cure her, so I was happy with that. 

The picture with the queen and the magic mirror, the reflection is supposed to inverted. I also accidentally traced it, so that’s why it looks significantly different from the other pictures. From this story on, I’ve been avoiding coloring things in for you. I’m sorry for that by the way. And from this book on, I’ll try to avoid doing hair lines too. Also, I imagine the evil queen as a redhead. Don’t ask me why. 

I added the ‘beauty is a social construct’ thing to the mirror because it was a meme I saw while I was ignoring my real homework (DON’T USE ME AS A ROLE MODEL WHEN IT COMES TO THAT). I wouldn’t have thought to put it in, despite it being very true. I gave the Prince the Disney name for him: Florian. I just liked it. 

The bird squawking at the Queen in disguise is just there because I think it is funny. I had no way to get rid of the part where the Prince wanted the coffin, but I think that the dwarves weren’t thinking straight, as they were still mourning Snow White. In the Grimm version, the Queen has no clue that Snow White is alive until the wedding, where she is suddenly grabbed and tortured to death. I thought that the fact that Snow White, who was sweet and good, would somehow pick out the face of the Queen out of hundreds of guests, recognize her after over 15 years of not seeing her real face, and then order her to be tortured and killed very implausible. BUT I also wanted her to her to die, so she has a heart attack. I based her appearance after that princess villain from the PowerPuff Girls. Snow White has short hair at the end because there’s this TV show called, “Once Upon A Time” where Snow White styles it like that. You should watch the show when you’re older. If you liked this story, I suggest you read Mirror, Mirror written by Gregory Maguire and illustrated by Douglas Smith when you’re a bit older. He is a ‘revisionist’ like me and has written the famous book Wicked (Wizard of Oz), which was adapted into a musical, and another book called Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister (Cinderella). 

So, yeah. I hope you liked it! 

Link to the old one

[kardamaeloise-25]

Delma Phantom Shadow Creepypasta

Delma was an autistic teenager who so had a lot of difficulty in social relationships, so she only studied at home and had a lot of problems with her parents. Her parents fought very much with her and with each other, these fights continued from bad to worse, this caused Delma to have depression and cut herself hidden from her parents, until finally ended the fights in the worst way at home. Her parents were arguing for the last time, her mother hit her father in the face, took his purse and left home.

Delma didn't want her mother to leave, begged her father to bring her back, but he refused and even yelled at her saying it was all her fault. Delma couldn't take it, ran away from home into the woods and ran away as far as she could. When it started raining she went to take shelter in an abandoned house, she was very tired of running and crying, so decided to rest on a bed with the mattress all torn, but it was no problem, she brought in her backpack a blanket to put on top, in the middle of sleep, she had a disturbing dream, dreamed of a child in a gray sweater, blue-eyed and long black hair, smiling in a scary way and giving her hand as if making a deal, Delma shook her hand and woke up with a breaking glass noise, she jumped in fright but went back to sleep, since it was an abandoned house, it was normal to have things falling apart, but the noise continued, it left Delma frightened and hid from under the bed. Suddenly the bedroom door opens itself, entering a freezing mist that even created snow we corners of the room, someone entered the room, it looked like it was a girl by the sneaker, she approached the bed, when she arrived, put her hand of big black nails with the star symbol of 6 ends to the bottom of the bed almost touching the face of Delma, out of nowhere the girl hears a noise coming into the kitchen and comes out of the bed laughing in a frightening way. Delma was terrified and left the room through the window to the forest again, halfway appears black tentacles stumpers in her arms, it was the Slenderman, when she was about to be broken in half, Slender suddenly disappears and the surrounding environment appears the fog and snow again. Delma starts to get dizzy, then passed out, before she blacked out, saw that same girl she saw in the dream. When she woke up her appearance was different, she looked like a shadow, she was sitting in a big chair and the huge dining table made of ice, on the other side of the table someone was sitting, she was a disgusting woman, she had long black hair like charcoal, paranormal blue eyes possessing veins, yellowish skin, cursing marks on the corners of her mouth, wearing a weird black robe with white margins and hands just like those that almost touched Delma's face. Delma asked desperately who she was and what she thinks she's going to do, the woman replies that her name is Kardama and won't do anything unless she provoked her, Kardama explains that she's feeling very lonely lately, and very sad, so she wanted to have company, Delma didn't believe her, but she didn't risk scorning her, Kardama told the whole story of Delma but saying that as if it were her going through all that, Delma was crying for what happened, so the creature gets to the point, said that no matter what happened, no matter what could change what has already been done, and should not worsen what was already worse. A Kardamshe comes near Delma and says in her frightening voice "You are mine now and forever and ever, make everyone afraid of you" and repeated again clearly and terrifyingly "You belong to me."

So Delma was given powers through Kardama and was taken back to her abandoned house, so with her powers she returned to her old house to see her father, didn't find him in the whole house, then went to look in the basement and found her father dead, full of deep cuts, her jaw open, her head crushed and the organs scattered on the floor. She had no idea who killed him, whether it was Slenderman, his proxies or even Kardama. Your goal now is to find out who killed your father and kill him the same way it was his death.

[calicoshine]

Attack

Characters: Galvanized (Cam, 1074 words), Grizzlyroar (Lettuce, 952 words), Pyremane (Vive, 1300 words) Date: February 7th, 2023 Summary: Galvanized is attempting to spy on a Birch Guild Patrol when he is spotted. He attacks, intending to kill Grizz and Pyre, but is interrupted the rest of the patrol, forcing him to flee. Galvan took a minor damage, Grizz and Pyre took moderate damage.

Galvanized - He/Him - Acadian Realm Aegis

Galvanized's heart thumped as he crouched in the drainage ditch that lined the highway and he had to force himself to take a deep, focusing breath. He wasn't coward, but the idea of spying on the most reclusive of the small cats had left him tense. It was rare for a member of the Acadian Realm to get this close to the river dwellers without being seen and he couldn't decide if he was excited or afraid of his current situation. Either way, it was a phenomenal opportunity.

It was a shame Cobalt hadn't been able to come with him. She would have loved this, however her bright golden coat made her glow like a beacon in the snow and severely hindered her stalking ability. He would stand a better chance of gathering useful information without her. Of course, to do that he would have to stop procrastinating and climb his way out of the icy ditch. He took another breath, willing himself not to screw this up, and then stalked up the slick slope. He pause once he could see the river laced forest beyond and scented the air.

Small cats were nearby. He silently backed up and ducked into the ditch, then crept along its snaking path towards where the cat scent was freshest. Confident he was out of sight, he listened for voices or paw steps.  There was a drainage pipe up ahead, and with any luck he would be able to hide in there and listen in on what the small cats were doing.

Grizzlyroar - He/Him - Birch Guild Sentry

Heavy paws crunched in the snow as Grizzlyroar marched along the path that Pyremane had chosen. When he was younger he might have followed quite literally in her footsteps, to try and keep it so they only left one set of tracks in the frost. Now he kept his ears on a swivel, eyes scanning, brows furrowed. As exciting as it was patrolling with the Sentry Regent, he couldn't let himself get too lost in his own excitement. There was too much at stake to not be paying attention.

Still, Birch Guild wasn't a very likely target for Acadian Realm attacks, something to do with the sheer amount of rivers and creeks running through the territory.

He stole a glance over to the rest of the patrol, ear flicking as the wind blew. "Do you think we'll stay lucky this winter?" He spoke suddenly, wanting to fill the air with something other than the sound of his steps. "Outside of the outsider corpse and whatever weird shit went down at the last conclave, nothings really happened these past few months. It feels weird saying that I'm glad that the days have been a bit boring lately, but its true..." He trailed off a moment, a huff escaping his partially parted jaws. He was glad that the days passed were uneventful, but everything felt so stagnant. Was this what prey felt like, when they were being hunted? Knowing something was lurking but not being able to find where the danger stood?

Pyremane - She/Her - Birch Guild Sentry Regent

A patrol of cats behind her, Pyremane looked around the area with wary eyes. She surveyed Lunar Creek with a flat expression, her pawsteps confident and relaxed. The only thing which gave away her anxiety was her unsheathed claws. The fact that she could not feel relaxed in her own home…A growl rumbled in the ginger cat’s throat. She despised it. She had to assume that the worst could happen at any moment. It was the only way that she saw herself coming out of this situation alive. With any luck, her white fur would keep her claws hidden from her guildmates

“They have their own anxieties to cope with,” Pyremane thought, “the last thing they need right now is for their Sentry Regent to be unconfident.” How could she preach about bravery during these circumstances if she couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth? The sudden sound of Grizzlyroar’s voice distracted her. She turned to the younger Sentry and shrugged.

“Hopefully so. I don’t know about you, but I’m taking the longest nap of my life once this is all over! Whistlinglight himself might have to get me out of my nest!” she joked with a light chuckle. The humor was a bit forced, but it couldn’t hurt to try easing her guildmates’ tension. Especially after the chaotic mess that was the last conclave. Cliffthorn being accused of murdering Wishseeker…it certainly threw her for a loop. Phoenixlight was a wise cat–she knew that just from listening to him speak at conclaves. All the same, Cliffthorn seemed like a kind cat when she briefly spoke to him once. The possibility that he killed the shimmer prophet…it made Pyremane shiver.

Managing to only partly push those thoughts away, Pyremane faced the patrol.

“Stay alert!” she warned. “I don’t want to treat you all like kittens, but mere seconds can make a drastic difference.” What she was referring to remained vague, but every cat there knew exactly what she meant. Pyremane sniffed the air. It seemed safe, but bobcats were masters of stealth. For all they knew, there could be one nearby listening to everything they were saying.

Galvanized - He/Him - Acadian Realm Aegis

Galvanized narrowed his eyes as he listened, slightly irritated that the small cats were acknowledging how difficult it was for the bobcats to penetrate their territory. He could only see two cats, and Galvan was tempted to attack them, but he had no way of knowing if more were just out of sight in the trees, as the patrol leader had just implied. If there was an entire patrol out there, he could easily be overwhelmed, or worse, the commotion could catch the attention of a Highland Realm Bobcat and then he would be dead.

Instead, he focused on what they were saying, vague as it was. These cats were far less afraid than the ones across the highway and he wondered if they would be less prepared for an attack. If he could find a reasonable route into the wetlands, then they may be able to ambush a patrol and retreat before an alarm was raised…

He quietly stalked forward and peered out through the dead brush. Perhaps if he waited until they passed, he would be able to follow their trail some distance back towards their nests? It would be risky, but worth it if he could discover where they slept.

The ice under his paw cracked with horrible abruptness and he froze in place. He was hardly even breathing as he squinted his yellow eyes and let his pale, spotted fur hide him. Shit. They had definitely heard that, but with any luck they would brush it off as just another forest noise.

Grizzlyroar - He/Him - Birch Guild Sentry

The brown and white bicolour chuckled in response to Pyremane's quip, nodding in response. "I have to agree with you there, it'll be really nice to be able to patrol without having to constantly look over your shoulder. Not that being vigilant regardless isn't a good idea, but the constant worry of attack or a messenger bringing news of more murders is exhausting," he explained with a shrug, a sigh escaping his parted maw as Pyre refocused the patrol.

He scanned their surroundings, brow furrowing as the breeze blew and the dried foliage moved ominously. If he didn't know any better, he'd think they were being watched. His pelt bristled as a vague chill ran up his spine, tail lashing silently as he followed along with the others.

 Then the sound of ice splintering behind them broke through the oppressive quiet, and immediately his pelt stood on end.

 He whirled around towards the sound of the cracking, pupils narrowed to slits. He didn't take a step towards the noise however, stealing a silent glance towards his Regent. It was her call to move towards it or to let it pass. Maybe it was just the forest, but with all that had occurred the past seasons, could they really risk ignoring even the slightest of sounds?

Pyremane - She/Her - Birch Guild Sentry Regent - 35 HP

 Pyremane murmured her agreement. There was no telling when exactly the guilds would be able to relax. As long as she clinged to the hope that life would get better, though, she did not mind. The possibility mortified her, but if it came down to it? Pyremane willed that she’d protect herself and Birch Guild to her last breath. Defeated, her bright eyes dimmed and she lowered her head.

“I didn’t think that Guild life would be easy,” she whispered, “but I never could have predicted I’d grieve for cats mere months into arriving here.” It was unclear if she lowered her voice so that only Grizzlyroar could hear her, or if she was allowing her mental exhaustion to show. Unsure of what else to say, the older Sentry stood silent. When Pyremane heard the sound of cracking ice, she sprung to life. The regent fluffed out her fur and let out a hiss in the direction of the sound. What made that noise? Was it an Acadian bobcat? Were multiple of them lurking just out of view? Pyremane’s heart pounded in her chest. Ever so slowly, the shorter cat met Grizzyroar’s gaze. She hoped that the younger Sentry would understand what she mouthed to him.

“This could be really bad. I don’t blame you if you want to go home. If you do, though, please send several Birch cats this way.” She paused to gulp and risked a glance towards the source of the noise. Still nothing. Pyremane’s eyes burned into Grizzlyroar.

“Whatever your choice is, be ready. Please. I don’t want to lose any of you.” A few seconds passed. Pyremane stepped forward. She took a deep breath and exhaled.

“If somebody is there, I highly suggest you leave now,” she snarled. Pyremane didn’t care if her anxiety was completely wrong. She would much rather be an idiot than a coward. If ignoring her gut feelings got their guildmates killed, Pyremane wouldn’t be able to forgive herself. The ginger cat crouched, ready to spring forward at a moment’s notice. To tell the others to do the same, she lashed her tail in a semi-circular motion.

Galvanized - He/Him - Acadian Realm Aegis - 50 HP

Galvanized's heart thumped as the tom cat looked towards him and for a second he could have sworn he had been spotted. His ears pinned back and he had to resist the urge to growl in frustration. How could he have made such a juvenile error? The wetlands were a useless, unnavigable stain on the lands and he couldn't believe any sensible animals lived there. His annoyance only grew as the small cats startled like helpless prey and, even worse, he could see that they were talking to each other, even though he couldn't hear it.

Then the lead cat spoke and he was tempted to follow her advice... but could he really go home with nothing to show for his efforts? Even worse, what would happen if he admitted to Cobalt that he had been driven off by a group of pathetic small cats like some useless dog? He cringed at the idea of disappointing both his queen and his mate. He would rather die.

So instead he attacked.

Galvan launched at the female small cat in a single, blinding leap; thrusting his clawed front paws forward. If he could, he would hook his claws into her pelt and yank her into a suffocating bite before she had a chance to scream for help.   Sheer momentum and weight would be on his side, and even if his bite missed he should still be able to wrench her leg.

// Agility roll of 36 to wound Pyremane for for -6 Hp. Vigor roll of 26 to wound Pyremane for -6 hp, but fails to maintain the grapple. 

Grizzlyroar - He/Him - Birch Sentry - Feb 7, 2023 - 30 HP

Grizzlyroar had met her exasperated tone with a soft look, nodding in what he hoped read as understanding. He was raised in Guild life, but even he knew that it was so vastly different than the life that she used to lead. The moment her fur fluffed he turned back towards where the noise had sounded, nearly scoffing when she tried to tell him to flee.

"With all due respect, Pyremane," he started at a stern whisper, "If you expect me to be alright with leaving you here when we don't know what I'm leaving you with, then you're a bit of an idiot."

He barely had the last word out of his mouth before a massive figure was bursting from the reeds, claws outstretched and goddawful maw agape. The sentry didn't even think before he was throwing his weight towards the bobcat, attempting to use his bulk to disorient the giant feline and get it's attention off his Regent.

He felt his claws hook into flesh just barely past the thick wall of fur that was typical of bobcats. A snarl escaped from hard grit teeth, fangs bore as his fur fluffed to it's fullest. Past the static of the blood rushing through his ears his mind went to his mother, he hoped she wouldn't be too upset if she had to grieve him. He wished for nothing more than to see his parents, and his siblings again. He stole a glance towards Pyremane, hiding the molasses thick wave of fear coursing through his veins.

 At least if he were to die here, he wouldn't be dying alone.

 // attacking Galvan. Rolled for grapple and missed at 15, vigor based claw attack hits at a 27 for -3 HP

Pyremane - She/Her - Birch Guild Sentry Regent - 23 HP

All of her senses focused on the hidden enemy, Pyremane nearly jumped when Grizzlyroar suddenly broke the silence. She flicked an ear and looked at him from the corner of her eye.

‘If you expect me to be alright with leaving you here…you're a bit of an idiot.’

Before Pyremane had a chance to respond, a massive gray blur hurtled towards her direction. Her pupils became thin lines once the familiar scent of an Acadian bobcat overwhelmed her nostrils. When the Sentry stared into the face of her attacker, her ginger fur fluffed up to the max.

“I was right!” Pyremane hissed. Once these words escaped her mouth, scorching pain arrived with the claws that striked her cheek. She yowled in anguish, anger boiling through her veins as she clutched the wound with a paw. Pyremane glanced up to see Grizzlyroar tossing himself onto the bobcat. Panicked, Pyremane scrambled to her paws. “No!” she yowled silently, rearing onto her hindlegs once she was face to face with the bigger cat again. “Nobody is supposed to die today!”

Grasping the gray bobcat’s shoulders with her claws, Pyremane buried her fangs into his neck. His superior strength threw her off shortly afterward, but not before she returned the “favor”. Pyremane dashed away, panting as blood dripped from her mouth. Looking past Galvanized, she noticed that some Birch cats were slowly approaching the trio. She looked at Grizzlyroar, doing so briefly enough to where it could be confused for her being dazed.

 Pyremane drew an elaborate, small circle on the snow. It was code for a particular sentence, one that all Sentries who trained with her learned at some point: including Grizzlyroar. With any luck, the bobcat would think it was anxiety-induced nonsense.

 ‘He’ll be surrendered soon. Keep it up!’

// rolled a total of 30 for an attack that did -5 HP damage to Galvan!

 Galvanized - He/Him - Acadian Realm Aegis - 45 HP

They were both idiots as far as Galvanized was concerned, but he appreciated that their chatter gave him the opening he needed to slam down on the orange small cat. He grinned as her skin ripped beneath his claws, fervent with the excitement of a hunt. Though he automatically gasped, he hardly processed the pain as her teeth ripped into the skin of his shoulder. Adrenaline was pounding with each beat of his heart, fueling his strikes and  numbing him to everything else but the fight.  He was already lining up a killing bite when the second small cat hit him, knocking him off balance and letting the orange small cat escape.

Galvan snarled in frustration as he used the momentum to roll onto his back, his hind foot coming up to kick the Grizzlyroar in the chest. He didn't have the leverage to do damage with the kick, but it gave him the space he needed strike out with his front claws.  One paw ripped into the small cat's shoulder as the other scrapped over his face, just missing the tender eye that Galavan had been aiming for. He saw a flash of bright coloured fur as he rolled the rest of his way onto his feet and he braced for the next attack.

But the fur was the wrong colour. He sprang away from the two small cats with a startled hiss that wouldn't have frightened a newborn, then spun to look back at the approaching patrol.  Shit. He hadn't been fast enough. He yowled defiantly, spine arched and tail ridged, but even he wasn't stupid enough to try and fight a patrol.

He bolted back towards the road without a second thought, leaping the gully and skidding partway across the asphalt. He didn't bother to look back as he ran into the woods on the other side, fully confident that no small cat could match his impressive speed.

// unrolled strikes, hits Grizzlyroar for -10 HP

Grizzlyroar - He/Him - Birch Sentry - Feb 7, 2023 - 20HP

The tom had latched and latched fast to the bobcat once he'd made contact, though it didn't last nearly long enough to get enough blows for it to truly matter much in Grizzlyroar's eyes. He couldn't see how badly wounded Pyremane was, too focused on keeping the bobcat's attention off her long enough for their patrol-mates to arrive.

The blow to his chest did little more than knock the wind off him and sent him back, but he didn't have any time to properly react before sickle-like claws were shredding open the skin of the sentry's shoulder and face. The predatory talons were sharp enough that the pain didn't register right away, watching instead as the killer bristled and ran towards the road.

It was then that the pain hit, and Grizzlyroar grit his teeth to keep from letting anything other than a harsh wince past clenched jaws. He glanced towards Pyremane, ignoring the blood that oozed unhindered from his own wounds, instead looking her over. "Are you alright? We should head back, report this to Whistlinglight after we both make a trip to see Nimbuswatcher." He had no doubt that if they didn't visit the Keeper first, that the curly furred feline's disapproving stare would be much more terrifying than any Acadian Bobcat they would ever encounter.

Pyremane - She/Her - Birch Guild Sentry Regent - 2/7/23 - 23 HP

Pyremane ran after Galvanized for a few steps. Mere seconds later, burning pain made her hiss and forced her to stop. It was a blessing in disguise. She’d never catch up to the terrifyingly fast bobcat. Plus, in Pyremane’s current condition, she couldn’t put up as much of a fight as she wanted to. The regent’s fluffy tail thumped against the ground. After the sheer audacity he displayed, he fled? Just like that?

“Coward!” she yowled after Galvanized. She jerked her head in Grizzlyroar’s question while he spoke, her expression relaxing once she noticed his condition.

“I should be asking you that!” Pyremane insisted. A worried frown on her face, she nodded in agreement. The regent looked to the ground. When she pushed some snow together, a firm pile was formed. Pyremane scooped up the snow and gently pressed it against Grizzlyroar’s shoulder.

“I’m no Keeper, so I very well could be making it worse,” Pyremane said with an embarrassed chuckle. “But I figured this is better than bleeding all the way back to the village.” She picked up more snow and pressed it against her face and chest. Pyremane looked at the other patrol members. She nodded in approval.

“Great job, everyone,” Pyremane said.

“It’s time for us to head home. Once we are back and situated, I would like for one of you to wait for Whistlinglight. Give him a basic rundown and then ask him to visit the Keepers’ den. Once he does, I can give him the full report.” Pyremane slowly made her way to the front of the patrol. She smiled at her guildmates. They would all live to see another day. Pyremane turned her head away and began to walk home.

[newmanmax]

Golden Bird

I'll be there in an hour! I said into the phone. My secretary called – a hardworking and obligatory girl. The meaning of her life, in my opinion, was to shorten the life of my heart and nerves - it drove me out of myself, but this kept me in good shape. I am thirty-five years old, I have a high-paying job, today, I am sure, I will be promoted. It all depends on how I will make a presentation of our new product line. I prepared all the documentation, wrote a speech for three days, which I memorized from the first letter to the last dot; I am assembled and ready. I have no wife, no children – no one but work, the money it brings, and myself, on whom I spend this money, and very clumsily and recklessly. Well, I'm a loner!

With these thoughts, I turned on the radio in my BMW. The velvety voice of the announcer sounded from the speakers - it was an audiobook on Spencer's philosophy, about altruism, life for the family, for society…. "Again, Marina – my secretary – wants to lead me to the path of virtue," I thought with an inner grin and switched from a USB stick to a dance radio station. The coolness of the leather seat gently penetrated through my snow-white shirt. The cabin smelled like a new car, which my "seven", in fact, was.

"The hell I'm going to give this place to anyone," I thought, and gripped the mahogany steering wheel tighter. The morning was fresh and sunny. A light haze embraced the dark blue forest, visible beyond the rifts of fields studded with rolls of freshly mown hay. In this yellow-green sea, a black river of asphalt flowed, running away under my car and cheerfully winking myriads of glare from its surface into my eyes through the rearview mirror. It smelled of fresh grass, and the air was surprisingly clean and transparent, as if it filled with health and a desire to live.

Traffic on the road was sparse. I kept up with the time, and drove, relaxing, giving myself up to thoughts and feelings from driving a comfortable car; fingers on the steering wheel echoed the beat of the music.

"Yes, if I didn't have such a job, I would take public transport," I shuddered at the thought. Having overtaken some small red car, I pressed the accelerator pedal, noticing only that a red cloud flashed over the steering wheel in that car. "The girl must be driving," I realized, "as if she got behind the wheel for the first day-she's afraid of herself," a sarcastic conclusion escaped me." Grinning at my thoughts, I pressed the gas pedal to the floor like a madman, as if my car had wings, and I could easily make the rest of the way through the air.

The pale blue mist crumbled under the caresses of the sun's rays, and the copses were painted with green colors of delicate shades. A gas station sign ran out from behind the hill to the right and, appearing for a moment in the mirror, flashed a sunbeam on the galvanized side.     "It wouldn't hurt to splash in the tank," I thought, looking at the arrow of the fuel level sensor.  Although there was a little less than half in the tank, I feel uncomfortable when my life is not filled to the brim in some ways.     A small gas station is comfortably located on an asphalt platform, deep into the spruce forest. Greeting me with signs of red and white colors, brazenly flaunting a stand with high prices and vulgarly columns sticking out of the ground, the gas station offered its services. I did not lack finances, but despite this, gasoline prices seemed extortionate to me, and diesel fuel cost so much that gold leaf or diamond dust must have been added to it?! My car nodded its nose at the gas station, tires screeched, and brake lights echoed them. Oh, yes, driving such a car is an incomparable pleasure, or I just love the road, speed, adrenaline and comfort. The door slammed lightly behind me, and I was already walking with an easy gait towards the gas station building. I was thirsty, so I decided to drink coffee while they refuel my car.

Going inside, I saw a small, well-lit room. A small counter with a cash register, several shelves with products, a coffee machine that interests me - perhaps that's all I remember.     A sweet-looking brunette sitting at the cash register greeted me with a friendly smile.

Hello, I'm listening to you.

Please, I'm ninety-five to full, sixth column, - I made an order, smiling back at the cashier girl with a calm smile. She nodded, and her black hair with a greenish sheen rolled over her shoulders. "Okay," she replied, still smiling, then her face assumed a mechanical expression and she continued:- maybe something else: coffee, cigarettes, chocolate?     I guessed that the girl has to say this to everyone and everyone, and willy-nilly become obsessive. "Additional sales," I remembered the marketing courses, "and we got to the gas stations!"

I'll have a coffee, thank you, - I nodded towards the coffee machine.

A red car, which I had overtaken on the road a few minutes earlier, rolled into the territory of the gas station, flooded with sunlight. A tall, slender girl fluttered out of the car, straightened her lush golden-red hair, slightly straightened a short juicy blue sundress with thin, beautiful fingers and headed for the entrance to the gas station. Everything around somehow dimmed at once, even nature seemed to give way to this wonderful creation of genetics and the human race. I stood with a cup of coffee in my hands and blew on the hot drink, as if trying to cool my newly inflamed heart, as if I was blowing out the flames raging in my soul.     Meanwhile, a bright vision appeared at the gas station operator's desk. The face of the girl behind the cash register, smiling at me until recently, has now become impenetrable, with darkened eyes and a professional smile on her lips. They talked about something. It must be that the angel in the sundress did not want to fly through the sky, but decided to fill up his inconspicuous, albeit beautiful, car, and keep his God-pleasing way along the highway. I didn't hear the conversation because I was all turned into vision….     I felt all my blood drain into my stomach at first, and then hit my head from the inside with the strongest pressure – my eyes went dark, my face burned with fire, my breath turned into the wind of the desert. Honestly, this happened to me for the first time in my life!

The girl tossed aside a shock of copper-red hair–they had changed color slightly in the room-and looked at me. I had already managed to master my feelings and thoughts, and barely nodded in response. She scanned me with dark green X-ray eyes. She, this red-haired witch, managed to take over my heart, my thoughts, and maybe my plans for life. Suddenly, the green-eyed girl burst into a ringing, melodious laugh, pleasantly caressing the ear; the stranger's eyes flashed with a cheerful light and interest, she slightly bowed her head.

Is it hot? Don't burn your tongue! – she sang in a gentle soprano, perky squinting her eyes. It sounded somehow ambiguous, either about coffee, or about her beauty?!  I forgot to think about coffee in my hands, and her unexpected appeal turned my whole being upside down. For me, there was no longer today's meeting, the upcoming promotion. Ambition was overwhelmed by tenderness, and the callousness of the soul was melted by beauty. I could feel in my gut how the shell of selfishness surrounding my heart was bursting and collapsing under the onslaught of the invisible charms of the lovely creature.     All I could answer was:

Wow – I extracted it from the larynx, the cotton tongue did not help me at all.     After a five-minute laugh from the girl of my dreams, the giggling and whistling of the cashier girl, my attempts to fall into the ground, we left the room and headed to our cars, not talking, but looking at each other and laughing like little children.

When I got to my car, I handed the bill to the gas station attendant, thanking him, and all the time I was watching my new friend. She said her name is Lana…. It sounds like a warm river overflowing between juicy grassy banks. Bright golden-red hair, like the scorching summer sun, illuminates the dark green surface, reminiscent of the large and kind eyes of their owner. Lana, Lana, the sounds of this name swirled in my head like a flock of swallows performing their unpredictable dance, moths circling around a lampshade with a soft light, the sounds found a response in the rustling of leaves outside the car window. Yes, I came to my senses when I was driving. It was some kind of obsession, a magical dream. I was in no hurry to leave this wonderful–as I now saw it–place, although, in fact, there is nothing beautiful or romantic about a gas station. But it seemed that when Lana appeared, any place became a Paradise on earth.

Next, I will tell you what happened in a period of time, lasting no more than two, three seconds. The engine of my car was purring steadily under the hood, and I was ready to hit the road. Lana was busy with something at the trunk of her car. Our cars were parked parallel to each other, separated by a refueling column. I saw the exit from the gas station, Lana's car was facing the hood in the opposite direction to the entrance. Suddenly, from the hillock where the highway passed, a car emerged from the oncoming lane, some kind of black crossover. He was out of control, like a rabid beast with a broken muzzle – on the way to us, a madman tore down a road sign. From under the hood and radiator grille puffs of white smoke, similar to foam, which escapes in shreds from the mouth of an angry animal. Guessing the trajectory of the car - it was flying at Lana, – I pressed the accelerator pedal and, taking a sharp left, closed the path of a crazy black foreign car. Having grouped myself, I cast a glance at Lana, mentally wishing only for her salvation. She was standing with her back to me, doing something with the "wiper" of the rear windshield. The girl didn't suspect anything and just started turning her head; reacting to the loud sounds of a speeding car, the screeching of my tires, the clang of brakes.

Time stretched out, it almost stopped. There was a feeling that everything around was immersed in a viscous resin, in a thick jelly, in an impassable swampy quagmire…. Blow! I was thrown to the right, the belt didn't help much. The front and side airbags popped out, inflated tightly. The BMW, with me inside, moved to the left, taking into its right rack between the doors of the crossover beast and at the same time, resting its wide rubber on the hard dry asphalt, like a heavyweight horse.     "If only Lana would stay alive," the thought froze in my mind."  It was at that moment that neither work, nor positions, nor money, nor any benefits of a luxurious life were more important to me. The cars–mine and the black beast-locked in a fierce battle, jerked and stood up, froze. Inside the cabin, I was thrown to the left. Hitting my shoulder against the door and my head against the side pillow, I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my left shoulder, red and yellow circles exploded before my eyes. I was conscious, judging by the sensations - the reality did not leave me.

Scream. A woman's scream filled with fright and emotion. I saw Lana rush to the car, and, grabbing the handle of my door, tried to open it. My left hand refused to obey the impulses of my brain, and I unbuckled my seat belt, opened the door with my right hand, and with difficulty got out of the car. Everything that surrounded me spun around me at breakneck speed. I noticed that tears were pouring down the red-haired beauty's face, her hands were on my shoulders; she was saying something, looking at me, then over my shoulder.

The driver of that crossover, along with the passenger, remained alive. While we were waiting for the police and the ambulance, Lana did not leave my side a step. She told me that she works in some kind of laboratory, loves music, dancing, watching melodramas and movies about vampires. Talking to her, I felt almost no pain (my arm was broken), I greedily devoured every word she said. The phone had to be disconnected - it was bursting, Marina was going crazy, the presentation was flying to hell. And I remembered Spencer and his altruism. I realized that I would be myself, only next to Lanna. Only she will reveal my true essence in me. She is this red–haired, cheerful girl, looking at me with the abyss of her green eyes, showed me in their reflection what I can be, who I can become for her, for society. How easy it is with her appearance, all my pseudo-values have gone into the background: money, position, connections, luxury ….

I've been looking into those wrinkled, slightly tarnished green eyes for twenty years now. And I'm still happy, feeling as young, energetic, loving as I did that day at the gas station in the forest. I tell her every day, "Thank you, my golden bird!"