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blackwoolncrown · 2 years

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Reading list for Afro-Herbalism:

A Healing Grove: African Tree Remedies and Rituals for the Body and Spirit by Stephanie Rose Bird

Affrilachia: Poems by Frank X Walker

African American Medicine in Washington, D.C.: Healing the Capital During the Civil War Era by Heather Butts

African American Midwifery in the South: Dialogues of Birth, Race, and Memory by Gertrude Jacinta Fraser

African American Slave Medicine: Herbal and Non-Herbal Treatments by Herbert Covey

African Ethnobotany in the Americas edited by Robert Voeks and John Rashford

Africanisms in the Gullah Dialect by Lorenzo Dow Turner

Africans and Native Americans: The Language of Race and the Evolution of Red-Black Peoples by Jack Forbes

African Medicine: A Complete Guide to Yoruba Healing Science and African Herbal Remedies by Dr. Tariq M. Sawandi, PhD

Afro-Vegan: Farm-Fresh, African, Caribbean, and Southern Flavors Remixed by Bryant Terry

Barracoon: The Story of the Last “Black Cargo” by Zora Neale Hurston

Big Mama’s Back in the Kitchen by Charlene Johnson

Big Mama’s Old Black Pot by Ethel Dixon

Black Belief: Folk Beliefs of Blacks in America and West Africa by Henry H. Mitchell

Black Diamonds, Vol. 1 No. 1 and Vol. 1 Nos. 2–3 edited by Edward J. Cabbell

Black Faces, White Spaces: Reimagining the Relationship of African Americans to the Great Outdoors by Carolyn Finney

Black Food Geographies: Race, Self-Reliance, and Food Access in Washington, D.C. by Ashanté M. Reese

Black Indian Slave Narratives edited by Patrick Minges

Black Magic: Religion and the African American Conjuring Tradition by Yvonne P. Chireau

Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry edited by Camille T. Dungy

Blacks in Appalachia edited by William Turner and Edward J. Cabbell

Caribbean Vegan: Meat-Free, Egg-Free, Dairy-Free Authentic Island Cuisine for Every Occasion by Taymer Mason

Dreams of Africa in Alabama: The Slave Ship Clotilda and the Story of the Last Africans Brought to America by Sylviane Diouf

Faith, Health, and Healing in African American Life by Emilie Townes and Stephanie Y. Mitchem

Farming While Black: Soul Fire Farm’s Practical Guide to Liberation on the Land by Leah Penniman

Folk Wisdom and Mother Wit: John Lee – An African American Herbal Healer by John Lee and Arvilla Payne-Jackson

Four Seasons of Mojo: An Herbal Guide to Natural Living by Stephanie Rose Bird

Freedom Farmers: Agricultural Resistance and the Black Freedom Movement by Monica White

Fruits of the Harvest: Recipes to Celebrate Kwanzaa and Other Holidays by Eric Copage

George Washington Carver by Tonya Bolden

George Washington Carver: In His Own Words edited by Gary Kremer

God, Dr. Buzzard, and the Bolito Man: A Saltwater Geechee Talks About Life on Sapelo Island, Georgia by Cornelia Bailey

Gone Home: Race and Roots through Appalachia by Karida Brown

Ethno-Botany of the Black Americans by William Ed Grime

Gullah Cuisine: By Land and by Sea by Charlotte Jenkins and William Baldwin

Gullah Culture in America by Emory Shaw Campbell and Wilbur Cross

Gullah/Geechee: Africa’s Seeds in the Winds of the Diaspora-St. Helena’s Serenity by Queen Quet Marquetta Goodwine

High on the Hog: A Culinary Journey from Africa to America by Jessica Harris and Maya Angelou

Homecoming: The Story of African-American Farmers by Charlene Gilbert

Hoodoo Medicine: Gullah Herbal Remedies by Faith Mitchell

Jambalaya: The Natural Woman’s Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals by Luisah Teish

Just Medicine: A Cure for Racial Inequality in American Health Care by Dayna Bowen Matthew

Leaves of Green: A Handbook of Herbal Remedies by Maude E. Scott

Like a Weaving: References and Resources on Black Appalachians by Edward J. Cabbell

Listen to Me Good: The Story of an Alabama Midwife by Margaret Charles Smith and Linda Janet Holmes

Making Gullah: A History of Sapelo Islanders, Race, and the American Imagination by Melissa Cooper

Mandy’s Favorite Louisiana Recipes by Natalie V. Scott

Medical Apartheid: The Dark History of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans from Colonial Times to the Present by Harriet Washington

Mojo Workin’: The Old African American Hoodoo System by Katrina Hazzard-Donald

Motherwit: An Alabama Midwife’s Story by Onnie Lee Logan as told to Katherine Clark

My Bag Was Always Packed: The Life and Times of a Virginia Midwife by Claudine Curry Smith and Mildred Hopkins Baker Roberson

My Face Is Black Is True: Callie House and the Struggle for Ex-Slave Reparations by Mary Frances Berry

My Grandmother's Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies by Resmaa Menakem

On Her Own Ground: The Life and Times of Madam C.J. Walker by A'Lelia Bundles

Papa Jim’s Herbal Magic Workbook by Papa Jim

Places for the Spirit: Traditional African American Gardens by Vaughn Sills (Photographer), Hilton Als (Foreword), Lowry Pei (Introduction)

Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome by Dr. Joy DeGruy

Rooted in the Earth: Reclaiming the African American Environmental Heritage by Diane Glave

Rufus Estes’ Good Things to Eat: The First Cookbook by an African-American Chef by Rufus Estes

Secret Doctors: Ethnomedicine of African Americans by Wonda Fontenot

Sex, Sickness, and Slavery: Illness in the Antebellum South by Marli Weiner with Mayzie Hough

Slavery’s Exiles: The Story of the American Maroons by Sylviane Diouf

Soul Food: The Surprising Story of an American Cuisine, One Plate at a Time by Adrian Miller

Spirituality and the Black Helping Tradition in Social Work by Elmer P. Martin Jr. and Joanne Mitchell Martin

Sticks, Stones, Roots & Bones: Hoodoo, Mojo & Conjuring with Herbs by Stephanie Rose Bird

The African-American Heritage Cookbook: Traditional Recipes and Fond Remembrances from Alabama’s Renowned Tuskegee Institute by Carolyn Quick Tillery

The Black Family Reunion Cookbook (Recipes and Food Memories from the National Council of Negro Women) edited by Libby Clark

The Conjure Woman and Other Conjure Tales by Charles Chesnutt

The Home Place: Memoirs of a Colored Man’s Love Affair with Nature by J. Drew Lanham

The Jemima Code: Two Centuries of African American Cookbooks by Toni Tipton-Martin

The President’s Kitchen Cabinet: The Story of the African Americans Who Have Fed Our First Families, from the Washingtons to the Obamas by Adrian Miller

The Taste of Country Cooking: The 30th Anniversary Edition of a Great Classic Southern Cookbook by Edna Lewis

The Tuskegee Syphilis Study: An Insiders’ Account of the Shocking Medical Experiment Conducted by Government Doctors Against African American Men by Fred D. Gray

Trace: Memory, History, Race, and the American Landscape by Lauret E. Savoy

Vegan Soul Kitchen: Fresh, Healthy, and Creative African-American Cuisine by Bryant Terry

Vibration Cooking: Or, The Travel Notes of a Geechee Girl by Vertamae Smart-Grosvenor

Voodoo and Hoodoo: The Craft as Revealed by Traditional Practitioners by Jim Haskins

When Roots Die: Endangered Traditions on the Sea Islands by Patricia Jones-Jackson

Working Conjure: A Guide to Hoodoo Folk Magic by Hoodoo Sen Moise

Working the Roots: Over 400 Years of Traditional African American Healing by Michelle Lee

Wurkn Dem Rootz: Ancestral Hoodoo by Medicine Man

Zora Neale Hurston: Folklore, Memoirs, and Other Writings: Mules and Men, Tell My Horse, Dust Tracks on a Road, Selected Articles by Zora Neale Hurston

The Ways of Herbalism in the African World with Olatokunboh Obasi MSc, RH (webinar via The American Herbalists Guild)

#herbalism #african american #rootwork #african #native american #hoodoo #voodoo

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aziraphales-library · 16 days

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Hi! I'm looking for fics set in ancient history, preferably including extensive descriptions of the ancient cultures. I don't mind NSFW, but mainly I'm looking for a good story and interesting plot. The longer the fic, the better!

If it helps, I really enjoyed "Do You Know What Eternity Is?" by Elderly_Worm and the "Mistakes Were Made" series by eag

Thanks! 💕

Hello. You can check our #through the ages tag for fics. Here are some more to add that feature different cultures...

Camel-travel star-gazing by Sad_Wet_Bretzel (G)

Crowley had tilted his head back. His eyes were still covered by dark lenses and Aziraphale wished he would just take them off. It was night, and the nearest human was twenty metres away, their back turned to them. “See that one?” the demon said suddenly, pointing eastward. “S’ one of my favourites.” or Aziraphale and Crowley are assigned to the same caravan, travelling from the Ghana Empire to the Mediterranean Sea across the Saharan plains. The perfect cover to innocently spend time together.

some chocolate to sweeten the deal by Enelica, sevdrag (G)

“Heathens.” Crowley snorts. “Did you know they’ve already discovered four of the planets? Lot of work went into those, let me tell you, and these clever bastards have spotted four of them already. Britannia should weep.” Aziraphale’s smile softens in pleasure. The angel’s too soft over humanity, and unfortunately, it’s one of the things Crowley likes best about him. “Did you know they’re only eight hundred and ninety years off calculating when the earth began?” The angel glances away, and Crowley has to cover a sharp breath at Aziraphale’s profile, pale and happy. “That’s the closest anyone’s gotten, I believe.” (Written for the Days Of Their Lives zine with incredible art by Enelica!)

we'll get there fast, and then we'll take it slow by in_deepest_blue (T)

"Hurry over like a horse, but take your time like an ox laden with treasures." One summer in late 19th-century Japan, Aziraphale learns about a fascinating tradition during Obon, the festival to honor the deceased, which reminds him of his hopes for a future with Crowley. A look into four different stages in Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship, all set in Japan during different seasons and time periods.

A Juhannus Night's Dream by kittygirl2210 (G)

Aziraphale is sent up to Finland to bless a Midsummer festival, Crowley goes with her on her own "assignment". The pair thus get roped into helping with the celebrations. Aziraphale and Crowley are fem presenting in this, and it takes place between Edinburgh and St. James' Park! (Note: contains some Finnish Fem!Aziracrow art!)

The snake of healing by Sad_Wet_Bretzel (G)

Aziraphale stared at Crowley, who stared back. The angel looked the same, if a little travel worn. His river coloured eyes crinkled slightly at the sides as he took in his friend’s appearance. Crowley tightened her trembling fists, nails digging into the skin. or After a particularly nasty punishment from Hell, Crowley retreats in the Chicama Valley and becomes an artisan. Aziraphale comes to find her.

Mistakes Were Made: The Book of Crowley by eag (M)

Based on the biblical Book of Tobit from the Apocrypha. Ephesus, 400 B.C. Commanded away from Aziraphale's side by an infernal master, Crowley is forced to use his time-stopping powers for Asmodeus' dirty work while Aziraphale is left wondering why Crowley has disappeared. As Crowley sinks ever deeper into despair, Aziraphale is sent on a journey accompanying a human from Nineveh to Ecbatana. Of course, mistakes were made...

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #through the ages #mod d

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storiesoflilies · 6 months

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Of Angels and Curses

Synopsis - In a world where Angels and Curses are locked in a never ending war, an unsuspecting seraph becomes entangled with the very thing she is fated to eradicate.

Pairings - Curse!Toji Fushiguro x f!Angel!Reader. Curse!Ryomen Sukuna x Reader. Angel!Satoru Gojo x Reader.

Warnings - Descriptions of violence and injuries, eventual smut.

A/N - Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I think you guys really will too. Ehe! It might be easier to guess about the interludes after you’ve read this chapter, so please feel free to guess and comment your thoughts!! Ko-fi.

Next Part - Chapter 8.

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Chapter 7

Y/N was awoken by the sound of screams, pulling her consciousness from the depths of slumber.

When she opened her eyes, her vision was bathed in a fiery red hue, and she was convinced that she had gone blind. It was harrowing to be stuck in this limbo that seemed to be eternal, condemned to travel through all the shades of crimson known to the universe. Amidst the all-consuming glow, it took Y/N much longer than it should have to realize that the blood-curdling screams were emanating from within her own throat, with such raw force that it ignited her lungs in agony.

“Easy, Y/N. Easy. You’re hurting yourself.”

Large, calloused and warm hands firmly enveloped both sides of her wrists, whilst thick heavy legs hooked with her own, effectively anchoring her in place. She felt his shallow breaths tickle her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine, as the weight of his body pressed into her; tangible and solid against the swirling tempest of red and pain.

Y/N didn’t need to see to know it was Toji.

“Easy,” Toji repeated, his rumble a soothing balm. “I’ve got you.”

He has me.

Y/N ceased her screaming, and her lungs cried out in relief as she was released from the initial suffocating grip of terror. The red veil began to wane, allowing her to discern the dark silhouette of Toji’s figure hovering above her; a beacon amidst her tumultuous sea. Each breath she took was a battle against the ebbing tide of red, ragged and ungraceful, as a blooming pain started to spread on one side of her face. The rough ridges of his hands ignited sparks of electricity against her skin, sending tingles coursing through her skin that rose into a lightning storm. Y/N found solace in the heat of Toji’s touch as she finally gazed into his blazing eyes.

“C’mon, c’mon. You can see me, I’m right in front of you,” Toji coaxed, his voice smoky and deep as he leaned his forehead against hers. “That’s it, focus.”

Y/N could feel his breath trembling just as much as hers. Here was Toji Fushiguro, a King of Hell, brought into such a state of desperation and frantic urgency. She was so engulfed in the whirlwind of his various sensations, tantalized by the possibility that if he bent down just a little lower, then their lips would touch and meet as the universe always intended. But the pain persisted, wrathful and intent on cutting their red string of fate.

Oh, the pain.

She gasped and whimpered, instinctively bringing a hand to cup the vulnerable side of her face, but Toji’s grip on her wrists tightened. His face remained impassive, yet his emerald orbs burned with such fierce determination; pupils blown so wide that she could catch her own reflection in them. For a moment, Y/N almost forgot about her pain, or why she was feeling it in the first place.

“You really need to stop nearly fucking dying on me,” Toji breathed out shakily, in a whisper that was so frighteningly unlike the way he usually spoke. “Stop making me feel this way, I can’t handle it anymore.”

It was the way his voice cracked, and his eyes communicated with her soul in a thousand ways his words couldn’t, and it softened Y/N like a tender summer’s breeze. Toji’s emotions were crystal clear through their bond, and he wasn’t hiding anything from her; bare and vulnerable as she was lying there. Y/N knew then for sure that he never thought she was insignificant, or ever cared that she was Fallen – to him, she was his very soul. The kaleidoscope of everything that made up her being also moulded him.

Toji’s lip twitched, and Y/N noted just how painfully deep his scar was embedded. His lips moved closer by a hair, and Y/N really thought he was about to kiss her.

Until screams pierced through the air, coming from right outside her bedroom doors.

Geto burst through, wild and twistedly feral as his eyes locked onto Toji, and Nanako’s cries reached a high pitched cresendo as the door gave way. His lips curled into a snarl, Y/N sensed he was about to strike, and her body bristled in preparation for a fight.

And yet, Toji was so much faster.

A black flash hurtled towards Geto, and his weight was no longer on top of her.

With such force that shook the room, Toji pinned her brother against the wall, his forearm pressed against Geto’s neck. With gritted teeth, he snapped, “This wasn’t me.”

Geto struggled against him, but Toji’s iron grip was unyielding and far superior in strength, and a vein popped in his forehead from the strained effort.

“M-mahito,” he choked out, sputtering as he glared daggers at Toji. “Nanako s-ugh-saw him fleeing.”

With that, Toji released Geto from his grasp, who roughly shoved him away. The two kings stared each other down, eyes brimming with violence, neither willing to yield to the other’s intimidating display. However, Toji’s patience was wearing thinner by the second; Y/N could feel it, his essence dominating the atmosphere in a chokehold.

“Go on,” he goaded, chin tilted upwards as he looked down at her brother. “You want to try this again, huh?”

Geto audibly growled, chest heaving – he was cornered, and he knew it. But that didn’t seem to deter him; shadows gathered and danced in the room, as the host of Curses gathering to her brother’s defense snapped and snarled. Toji simply smirked, unperturbed by her brother’s offensiveness, and Y/N knew Suguru would be crushed in an instant if she didn’t intervene.

She sat up abruptly, her bones screaming and aching as if they hadn’t been used in an age, and desperately rasped, “Toji, please.”

Toji stiffened.

He waged a battle of sheer will within himself, torn between surrendering to his instinct to win and immerse himself in the thrill of combat, and the rational part of his soul that was tethered to her – urging him to yield and fight another day.

And he did.

A great king of Hell yielded to a Fallen Angel.

Toji took a step back, hands raised in mock surrender, wearing a sly smirk directed at Geto, who was slowly refracting his shadows while still maintaining an offensive demeanor.

“Did you know?” Geto hissed, like a coiled viper.

Toji’s eyes narrowed, his expression wiped from any cockiness as he turned deadly serious. “You seriously think I would give them my approval for this? No.”

“Then why didn’t you pursue him?”

“Why the f- because my mate was fighting for her fucking life.”

Her brother’s eyes flitted over to her, taking in the lines of red over the right side of her face, and he scowled. “Are you alright now? Can you fight?”

Y/N got up from the bed, trying to ignore that her decency was compromised in her sheer nightdress, and was about to respond when Toji interjected with a harsh tone. “She is not in any state to fight, are you mad?”

“I didn’t ask you, did I?” Geto snapped, quickly ramping up his offensive stance, his fists clenched and muscles tense. “Don’t forget where you are, Fushiguro.”

Concentrated effort… restrained anger.

Toji deadpanned, completely unimpressed. “I haven’t, but see reason, Geto. Nobody understands how Mahito’s power works. Do you want to risk Y/N’s life again?”

Geto clenched his jaw, and Y/N could almost sense the whirlwind of emotions raging within him. He craved a fight, his thirst for vengeance threatened to turn him into a harbringer of justice, and it was making him not think straight. A faint tremor rippled through to his tightened fists.

“I can fight, Suguru. I feel just fine,” she said firmly, displeased at the two Kings talking over her like her voice didn’t matter. If she was going to die, it would have happened by now, surely they both knew that.

Toji gave her a hard look. “Not a chance.”

“Mimiko is dead,” Geto murmured to her, low and almost shameful, completely ignoring what Toji had just said. “Mahito touched her as he was fleeing.”

Her heart dropped.

Oh no, not her.

Poor Nanako.

Tears swelled in her eyes, and fury ignited in her chest. Her green eyed Curse looked at her with a softer gaze, expression filled with pity for her loss.

“He’s killed a member of your court, and tried to kill me,” Y/N hissed, voice thick with malice. “We have to find him and make him pay for what he’s done.”

Geto shook his head. “No, Fushiguro is right. You need to see a healer and make sure your soul hasn’t been harmed.” He shot Toji a loathsome glare, and snapped, “Take care of her, or so help me, I will tear you apart.”

Before either of them had time to respond, her brother surged out the door, barking orders with a crack of his whip. The bustle of activity outside Y/N’s bedroom shifted away as Geto’s subordinates were driven into action, and Nanako’s wails dissolved into an eerie silence.

“I would like to see you try,” Toji muttered, mostly to himself. His gaze settled back on her, and he asked. “Who’s the best healer in this place?”

She swallowed heavily, exhaling deeply. “Dead.”

He rolled his eyes. “Tch, of course. Well, come with me then.” Toji’s eyes briefly roamed her figure, before he looked away and cleared his throat. “You’ll want to change first.”

She ignored his last comment, and asked suspiciously, “Where?”

“To find a healer. The rest of yours are going to be occupied with the casualties of war, and I’m not risking subpar idiots trying to help you.”

War.

Here it was, once again.

Only this time, she had become the very thing she had once fought.

And this was to be a war unlike any other she had ever faced.

“So this is it, then. It’s begun?” Y/N whispered, as the weight of the events of the past day and night took its toll on her.

“I’m afraid so. Mahito has obviously sided with Jogo, and an assassination attempt is a clear declaration of war,” Toji replied simply, almost casually. “Now, are you coming or not?”

Y/N knew the rational thing was to go and ensure there was nothing fundamentally wrong with her, and yet, the thought of leaving Geto on his own to fight made her physically ill. But it wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter; Toji would probably drag her kicking and screaming wherever he wanted to go.

“Y/N,” his voice called, snapping her out of her thoughts. Y/N’s breath hitched as Toji regarded her with that same gentleness he had not moments ago, and he murmured. “This war isn’t your fault.”

She scoffed. “Of course it is, I’m not stupid. I owe it to myself and Suguru to make sure they all pay for this.”

“And you will,” Toji agreed, annoyingly placating. “But you won’t be much use if you burst into pieces, hmm?”

Burst into pieces.

Just like Nanami.

Her stomach churned.

Bubbling anxiousness …

Y/N couldn’t say anything against that. And so, in addition to feeling Toji’s palpable fear for her through their bond, she relented and sighed.

“Wait for me on the balcony, I’ll be ready in a minute.”

-•-

Y/N hadn’t expected Toji’s healer to dwell somewhere so… dark.

Toji had vanished into completely into the inky black mist they had stepped into from the portal, causing Y/N’s heart to race frantically at the thought of losing him. She whipped her head around frantically, consumed by irrational dread, fearing that she was doomed to the darkness forever. Suddenly, he reappeared right in front of her, completely spooking her, with a sly smirk on his face.

“Need some help?” he teased, and she scowled.

“Why’d you bring us here?” Y/N grumbled. “What’s your healer doing in a place like this?”

“I called in a favor while you were getting dressed,” Toji answered, as if that explained everything, and held out his hand for her to take.

She took it.

Tingles and sparks danced between them, each electric connecting sending Y/N’s heart pounding with a frenzy so fierce that she thought it would leap from her chest and settle inside him instead. Toji’s green eyes seemed to almost glow in the darkness, captivating Y/N so deeply that she had to avert her gaze. He cleared his throat, evidently as affected by their intense connection, and began to guide her through the mist.

“A favor?” she whispered, breaking the tension.

“Hmm? Oh, yes. Mei-Mei will be there to mediate the exchange.”

Mei-Mei? Exchange?

Her heart stung at the mention of Toji’s second, and yesterday’s argument rushed to the forefront of her mind. “Sure,” Y/N said flatly.

She knew Toji could feel her coldness creeping back in, and he gripped her hand tighter. “You know, I-” he started, searching for the right words to say. “This isn’t the time to talk about yesterday, but I just- I didn’t mean to be so...”

“Cruel?”

Toji visibly looked uncomfortable, almost shameful, and he nodded. Y/N sighed heavily, “It doesn’t matter anymore. Let’s get this over with.”

He pursed his lips, and she knew he had so much more to say, but he didn’t. They pushed on farther into the mist, and Y/N’s eyes adjusted to the midnight darkness the longer they walked, although she could have sworn it was getting even blacker.

Plop!

Y/N recoiled sharply as her foot was submerged in water; unnervingly warm and thick.

No… not water.

She sniffed the air, and squinted at her foot.

Blood.

A strange sense of déjà vu hit her.

“Toji… where are we?”

“At the borderline with Sukuna’s territory. We’re going to meet with Uraume.”

“What? Uraume doesn’t serve you.”

“No, they don’t. That’s why this is a favor.”

She was going to meet Sukuna’s second. What sort of things had Toji done to earn a favor from the King of Curses? Y/N almost didn’t want to know, and her previously uneasy feelings were now sprouting into a full-blown panic.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were bringing me here?” she hissed in a hushed tone, as if the mist would carry her words all the way to Sukuna’s ears. “How can we trust them?”

“Do you trust me?” Toji stopped abruptly, turning to look at her with narrowed eyes, his jaw set in a stubborn line.

Y/N didn’t miss a beat, because it was the truth. “Yes, but-.”

“Then trust that I’d kill them if they try to hurt you,” he swore in a low, voice as dark as the mist surrounding them.

She shivered.

A loud caw of a crow sounded above them, followed by the sloshing sounds of someone moving through the water towards them. Y/N gripped Toji’s hand tighter, and he returned the gesture. Mei-Mei’s slim figure came into view, a sultry smirk on her lips as she balanced a great battle-axe on her left shoulder.

“Uraume is just ahead,” Mei-Mei announced. Her gaze flicked down to their joint hands, and the corner of her lip curled upwards.

“Are they alone?” Toji asked.

Mei-Mei hummed in response, casually shrugging her shoulders. “They killed most of my crows that got too close. I can’t see.”

He made a sound of displeasure. “Fine, let’s go.”

Toji pulled Y/N forwards, and as they past each other, she and Mei-Mei exchanged a tense glance. Something deep within her gut told her that the lilac-eyed Curse looked down at her, as if she were no more than a speck of dirt on her pristine boots. The mere thought of Toji even kissing her filled Y/N with horror and a burning rage she didn’t know she was capable of feeling.

Within a few moments, the mist cleared ever so slightly, and the slight figure of Uraume came into view. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how small and delicate they appeared, like a tiny porcelain doll amidst a sea of blood. But much like Mei-Mei, they obviously concealed their violent tendencies with beauty; although, theirs was a quiet and ancient kind of strength. The bones of various creatures floated about in the blood, and some formed clusters that had somehow caught flame, burning in brilliant shades of red and blue. The air was far hotter here, and Y/N wondered just how blistering the heat must be at the center of Hell.

“Your mate needs my help.” Uraume’s voice sounded out from the distance, cutting straight to the point.

“You know the Curse, Mahito?” Toji’s voice echoed across the blood sea as he responded. “He touched her skin.”

Uraume cocked their head to the side, their air cold and intelligent. “She looks alive and well to me. Why did you bother calling for me?”

“I need to make sure he hasn’t latched himself to her soul,” he boomed back. “You’re the only one who can see.”

Their unique deep pink orbs settled on Y/N, and she straightened her back. It was if they were deciding whether or not to help, and Toji shifted impatiently beside her.

“You may approach me, Y/N,” Uraume finally said, and gave Toji a pointed look. “Alone.”

With that, she let go of Toji’s hand and stepped towards Uraume, remaining acutely aware of the dagger beneath her sleeves she could whip out if she needed to. But the way they looked at her, as if they knew what she was thinking, dared her to try it. Y/N knew better than to stand against a force she didn’t understand, and so she stood rigidly in front of them.

Uraume suddenly gripped her chin, their fingers seemingly made of ice and frost, causing Y/N to shudder.

Uneasiness…

The Curse turned her face side to side, observing every single little detail as if it were of vital importance. “You don’t remember?”

“I was asleep,” she answered, and Uraume shook their head, leaving Y/N with the feeling that she had answered the question incorrectly.

They hummed, letting go of her chin. “You soul is intact, so you have nothing to fear.”

Relief…

Uraume’s fingers ran down her face, like tender icicles melting in the sun, and Y/N felt the tenderness of where Mahito had touched fade away. They pulled their hand away and looked at her as if admiring their handiwork, while Y/N grazed her own fingers over her face.

“Do you know how I survived him?” she asked Uraume, a shot in the dark.

They raised an eyebrow at her. “You remember nothing anyways. It does not matter how you lived, only that you did.”

“Is it because my soul has the power of two? Because I’m Fushiguro’s mate,” Y/N asked desperately. She was on borrowed time, and Uraume seemed to have all the answers. “Does it mean that I could still survive should Mahito touch me again?”

Uraume held up a hand, silencing Y/N. “You survived, and that is the end of that. I would, however, advise against allowing Mahito the opportunity to place his hands upon you again.”

The cold Curse appeared to be in no mood to linger any longer than necessary, and to say that she wasn’t disappointed was an understatement. Y/N disliked being left in the dark; she much preferred to know exactly how and why everything worked the way it did. For Uraume to knowingly withhold information about her own body from her was absolutely despicable.

But what could Y/N do against the general of the King of Curses?

Not a thing.

That notion alone was maddening.

“One more thing, before you leave,” Uraume added, reaching into their pocket to bring forth a small box, and offered it to her. “Lord Sukuna has asked me to give you this.”

What?

Toji was next to her in a flash, watching like a hawk as Y/N hesitantly took the box from Uraume. She could feel him preparing for a fight, the energy coursing through his veins mirrored hers, but why he was so on edge she didn’t know. Y/N opened the box to reveal a dainty golden ring, the gleaming metal twisted and curled, prompting a deep frown from Toji.

“Why is he giving her this freely?” he asked, his words laced with confusion and suspicion.

“Lord Sukuna,” Uraume corrected icily, before continuing. “Told me to give Y/N this ring if her soul had no cursed energy.”

“That doesn’t tell me why,” Toji interjected abruptly, as she plucked the ring from the box and inspected it closely.

“That’s none of your concern. Do not question Lord Sukuna’s motives; just accept his gift,” Uraume bit back, casting a pointed glance towards Y/N as she said the last sentence.

Too unnerved and perplexed to form a coherent sentence, Y/N could only stare at the gift from Ryomen Sukuna himself. She felt even more in the dark than before, overwhelmed by a wave of confusion and apprehension. With a sudden gesture, she snapped the box shut as if hoping to conceal her unanswered questions within.

Mei-Mei cleared her throat and spoke for the both of them, “Thank you for this, Uraume. We are grateful for you and Lord Sukuna taking the time to help us.”

Uraume’s gaze swept over the trio, and Y/N could have sworn the blood beneath their feet was freezing over as they replied. “You owe him a great deal, Fushiguro. Don’t forget it.”

Toji’s nostrils flared, and he grumbled. “Sure.”

Uraume didn’t seem to appreciate his response but said nothing. They gave Y/N one last look, before they stepped back into a portal and disappeared.

Mei-Mei let out a small breath in relief, and commented, “That went well.”

She hovered closer to them, as if anticipating something, and Y/N tensed. Toji rolled his eyes, and reached into his back pocket, tossing her a small bag. Mei-Mei caught it effortlessly with one hand, and the bag clinked loudly – the noise betraying its valuable contents.

“Thank you. Do you need anything else,” she offered, and Y/N realized this was the first time she had glimpsed a hint of real emotion from the Curse at receiving her payment.

“No. You can go,” Toji answered, and Mei-Mei was gone in an instant, leaving the two of them alone standing in the ocean of blood.

Y/N opened the box again, carefully observing the ring. She noted the minuscule featherlight markings adorning the band, perhaps an inscription of some sort, but she couldn’t make out the words. “What is this?”

Toji sighed and extended his left hand, displaying a thicker gold ring resting on his pointer finger that Y/N hadn’t noticed before. “It’s a ring, just like this one, and it’s imbued with Sukuna’s cursed energy. It allows Curses like us to conjure portals.”

“Why would Sukuna make something like this for us? How did you manage to even get one, then?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. He came to visit me when I became King and gave me it. Said I was strong, and that I was the prime example of a perfect Curse. I apparently… fascinated him.”

It was the way Toji hesitated, looking visibly uncomfortable as he recalled his encounter with Sukuna, that intrigued Y/N. His emotions swirled with mistrust and nerves, and she realized that her seemingly invincible green-eyed Curse was almost afraid. It was a frightening reminder to her that Sukuna’s strength, particularly now in the absence of Gojo Satoru, was probably the only threat to Toji’s life.

“I suppose he’s given you a ring because you’re my mate,” Toji murmured, although it seemed as if he was thinking aloud.

“You don’t seem so sure,” Y/N replied, closing the box once more and safely tucked it away.

Toji’s expression darkened. “I’m not sure of anything Sukuna does, or why. I’d prefer to avoid anything to do with him as much as I can.”

It was no question as to why he was afraid, but Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to have been in the presence of Ryomen Sukuna.

“Well, it seems I’m not going to die,” Y/N joked lightly, wanting to lighten the tension that was gripping them both.

Toji snorted, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “So it seems. I’m glad.”

The ring on his finger glowed a faint golden color, and a portal of the same shade materialized in front of them. He looked at her expectantly, cocking his towards it. “Let’s get out of here”

-•-

“Welcome to my city. I know that you and your brother are more traditional than me, but I still hope you’ll like it here.”

It was a pleasant surprise to find Toji’s city bustling with activity. The streets, although well-paved and smooth, had veins of molten lava coursing through it, casting a bright orange and red glow that illuminated the area. The buildings eerily reminded her of Heaven, but in a polar opposite way. Grand dark stone towers stood tall amidst the midnight sky, adorned with intricate carvings of strange and grotesque creatures.

Toji led her to the main marketplace, bustling with various stalls and shops selling food, clothing, and trinkets. It was teeming with all manner of Curses; some resembled her and Toji, some a mixture that blended both monster and humanoid features, and others were more horrid and twisted in appearance. As they passed, the Curses immediately took notice of their Kings presence, their stares burrowing holes in the back of Y/N’s head. But none dared to approach them directly, which was a relief. This was quite a public display of their bond, but with their secret out in the open, Y/N supposed it didn’t matter much anymore.

She decided to voice her inner thoughts. “This reminds me of Heaven.”

Surprise…

Toji looked at her as if she had grown two heads, one eyebrow comically raised. “Huh?”

“Yeah, your city is like Heaven, but flipped the opposite way. I don’t really know how to explain it, maybe Geto would disagree with me.”

“Is it… a bad thing?”

“No! It’s quite beautiful, actually.”

Toji appeared gladdened, as relief washed over his face, though Y/N could sense his underlying nervousness and shyness through their bond. She had to stop herself from smiling, because it was quite endearing. Following his lead, they strolled through the streets of his city, which he seemed to know like the back of his hand. She understood now why he was so determined to protect his people; Toji provided and protected them well, ensuring they wanted for nothing. This contrasted starkly with Suguru’s citizens, who often exuded an aura of sadness and neediness due to their struggles. Food was scarcer, skirmishes and raids along the border were common occurrences, and they had lost their King, whom they had known for centuries.

Of course, not having to worry about an impending war would certainly help.

Toji broke the silence with a question. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I’m curious. Do you miss it? Heaven, I mean.”

Did she?

Did she miss those first moments of the day when she lay in her bed, watching the first rays of the dawn filter through her window? There something so profoundly peaceful about that time, so uniquely ethereal, that it was one of her reasons for getting out of bed everyday.

Did she miss those moments when she and Nanami used to sit together on the lush meadows after a sparring session? When they would enjoy the cool breeze and the sun on their faces, and she would watch the wind flow through his golden locks.

Did she miss those times when Gojo used to gather a feast of figs from the trees outside his tower for them both to enjoy? He would always peel the fruits for her, a smile on his face as he let her have the best ones.

It would be a lie if she said no.

“Sometimes,” Y/N admitted quietly, not wanting to acknowledge the magnitude of how much she actually did miss it. “Parts of it.”

Toji hummed. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t, it was your home for…”

He suddenly started to chuckle, and she looked at him quizzically. “What’s so funny?”

“Sorry, but I don’t actually know how old you are.”

“Well, how old are you?”

“I asked you first, but I’m somewhere in the middle of the eight-century mark, I think.”

“I’m five hundred and seven.”

“Oh, very precise.”

“And you’re very old.”

Toji barked out a laugh. “Why should I bother counting, then?”

“So you don’t accidentally say you’re older than you actually are. You could be fifty years younger and you’d never know.”

“Pft! Fifty years isn’t much.”

“Fifty years is a lot.”

“Hmm, maybe I’ll ask if Mei-Mei has some old records from the Zenins. See how old I am exactly.”

Y/N’s mood turned sour at the mention of her, and her smile vanished from her face. She recalled their argument yesterday, and how Toji had told her she had no business knowing anything about him. Yet, here he seemed to have had a complete change of heart. Her near-death experience shouldn’t have been a requirement for him to allow himself to open up to her – something he still seemed reluctant to do. Was she not deserving enough to know who he really was? Would she ever be?

If not, then what was the point of fate – God – bringing the two of them together?

Toji sensed her mood shift, of course he did. It was still new to Y/N, the idea that her emotions could be sensed without his essence overpowering her psyche, the way Gojo’s had done in his Infinite Void. But Toji remained silent, which disappointed Y/N. They had reached a grand staircase leading up to what could only be Toji’s palace, as there was no other building they had passed that was as large as this one.

“I’m assuming you’re hungry,” Toji remarked, pushing open the oversized dome-shaped doorway to the palace. Y/N nodded, and he motioned for her to follow him.

The Curses dwelling inside the palace stared at them with wide eyes, bowing respectfully at Toji as he passed, their hushed voices whispered excitedly after the pair passed. Y/N could have sworn she heard the words ‘mate’ and ‘Queen’ being whispered, and that filled her with alarm. Toji led her to a balcony overlooking the city, dimly lit with smoldering lanterns, complete with a table and chairs.

“This is where I usually eat,” he explained, his voice gravelly. “It’s nice. A good view of the city.”

Y/N hummed in agreement and took a seat. Toji did the same, and servants immediately came in from the inside to place platters of steaming food in front of them both. They looked at her strangely when she thanked them and respectfully bowed at both of them as they left. It was awkward silence, to say the least, as they ate. Y/N could feel Toji glancing at her often, trying to lock eyes with her.

Toji finally spoke, pushing his plate away from him, and Y/N could feel his leg bouncing rapidly beneath the table. “Look, I’m not good at these things. But about yesterday, I couldn’t say all the things I wanted to say the way I wanted to – the right way, you know?”

“You’re not obligated to tell me anything, Toji.” Y/N replied evenly, though she was quite taken aback that a King of Hell was rambling. “Just how I’m not either.”

“No but you… you share things with me anyways. Freely. You don’t hide yourself from me, and I’ve never felt you do it.” Toji admitted, his voice slightly strained, his gaze fixed on his lap as his leg bounced faster.

He’s so nervous.

“What I’m trying to say, it was both of us that suffered a loss yesterday. We were both vulnerable, but I was so angry that we were so exposed. Because it was me who should’ve killed Mahito when I had the chance.”

“Toji, you said it yourself. Killing him would have warranted too many questions.”

“Yeah, but this outcome is so much worse because it was something neither of us could have controlled. Killing him would have been controlled.”

Toji sighed, shaking his head. “That doesn’t matter, and it’s not what I’m trying to say. I should have been there. I should have stayed. I wanted to ask you to come with me, to stay here with me. That’s why I came to you yesterday.”

“I know, Geto told me,” Y/N said gently, as if revealing some embarrassing secret.

“Oh, right. I forgot about that,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “I suppose that was me being desperate.”

“Clearly,” she giggled, her laugh tinkling like bells, and Toji’s eyes lit up. “You really think Suguru has that much influence?”

His face fell a little at that. “So, you won’t stay? Not even after what happened last night?”

Y/N could see it again now, Toji’s soul laid bare and raw before her. He was choosing vulnerability this time, laying his emotions on the line for just for her. It was truly what he wanted, for her to stay with him. Y/N couldn’t help herself, she reached over and placed her hand over his.

“No, Toji. It would be running away and leaving my family to fight a war that I caused,” Y/N replied softly, afraid of breaking him apart into tiny pieces.

“You wouldn’t be running, not to me,” Toji murmured, his eyes fixed on her hand over his.

“I know, but I would never forgive myself if I left them now.”

Toji stared at her, and she sucked in a breath. “You have such a fire in you now, you know? You know exactly where you need to go, and what you need to do.” He gripped her hand, sliding his fingers between hers. “Don’t ever put it out.”

She blushed heavily, feeling any lingering tension she had for her green-eyed Curse crumbled into dust.

“But if you need me, then call for me. I’ll come to you,” he continued lowly, his voice rumbling and almost sultry, as he squeezed her hand.

Y/N smiled shyly. “Thank you, Toji.” She looked over to the city, shying away from the intensity of the moment. “I can see what you’re trying to protect here.”

“They don’t deserve to be dragged into my… feelings.”

They sat together in comfortable silence, their hands still firmly in each other’s grasp, and Y/N had to fight to keep the smile from spreading widely across her face.

“You, uh-,” Toji cleared his throat, hesitating before continuing. “You asked me if Mei-Mei and I eve-.”

Y/N cut him off, waving her other hand quickly at him. “No, no Toji! You were right yesterday, and it’s something I don’t want or need to know.”

He sighed, rubbing his thumb on her hand. “Well, I didn’t mean that. But you should know that I never did anything like that with her.”

The relief was so immense that Y/N had to refrain herself from sighing loudly.

Anxiousness…

Toji mumbled, “Did you and Gojo ever… do anything?”

Y/N giggled wildly, and it was his turn to look at her quizzically. “I think you forget seraphim don’t do anything like that until after marriage.”

“Oh, I see,” he said, seemingly embarrassed. Perhaps he didn’t know, and Y/N wondered how much Curses really knew about Angels. After a minute of silence, Toji added. “So, uh, you- are you? Tch!”

She found his flustering quite endearing. “What?”

Toji sighed pointedly, gathering his thoughts to formulate a proper sentence. “Would you still prefer to do things that way?”

Y/N frowned. Toji was making her consider aspects of her old life that she had never thought of before. Would she remain pure until marriage? She’d embraced everything else about being a Curse – the freedom, the bloodlust – so why was this any different? And yet, strangely enough, Y/N couldn’t imagine doing it any different.

“I think… I think so yes,” she finally replied, her words slow, as if she doubted them herself.

Toji hummed. “And what about other things?”

Y/N almost choked on her own spit, her cheeks flushing bright red again. He smirked at her, and she pursed her lips indignantly. “Stop that.”

“What?” Toji said with mock innocence. She gave him a sharp look, but a smile was threatening to break out over her wavering lips. “Okay okay! Fine,” he conceded, a handsome smile lighting up his features as he laughed.

In that moment, Y/N thought Toji was the most gorgeous creature she had ever been blessed to lay eyes on.

“Tell me what Heaven was like then, if you don’t mind,” Toji asked, leaning in closer to her from across the table, his hand still deliciously warm.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “That’s quite a long story. I think I’ll need to hear more about you afterwards.”

He smiled. “Of course.”

-•-

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altercreationism · 4 months

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kraken/deep ocean themed alter? preferably with a good chunk of neos and a nonhuman ^_^

here you go, lovely! i had such a fun time making ocean <3 -mod angelic

MEET . . SEA // MARIANA // PISCES ◇ 17 Y/O

ocean / kraken / tentacle / grab / tear / drop / water / eyes / bite / teeth / deep / dark / swim / drown / 💧 / 🌊 / 🐋 / 🪼 / 🦑

agender deep sea creature + kraken therian

○ T4T ● CUPIOSEXUAL ○ DEMIROMANTIC ● -🌊🦑

(( protector and coltenoir , , )) willogenic alter

જ TRIDS ::

transtentacles (more) transsubsystem transcannibal transobsessed transhyperdontia

જ CISIDS ::

cissharpteeth cisaggressive cisprotector ciskidnapper cismonster

ANTHROPHILIA + CHIROPHILIA + COITOPHILIA + ⚰️ + TOXOPHILE

' silent, plotting, hostile '

a blue-skinned merfolk with tentacles and sharp teeth. 🌊 has dark blue hair that's long and drapes down. tears eyes are light yellow. oceans fashion taste is simple, and prefers not spending hours on outfits.

HABITS;; wandering in circles, swimming-like stims, clicking teeth together, biting stims

(( LIKES fish, biting things, psychology, playing logic-based games, puzzles, deep sea vibes, dark music, steel pans, loyal people ))

(( DISLIKES loud people, those who disrupt tentacle, people who dont understand drop's power, tooth pain, most other people ))

"" TH- QUICK BROWN FOX, JUMPS OVER TH- LAZY DOG, ""

E -> -, overuses commas, puts commas instead of periods, all caps

જજજજજજજજજજજજજજજજજજ

"THE DEEP-SEA MONSTER , HUNTER OF ALL THINGS AQUATIC, PRN WHO CREEPS FROM THE DEPTHS, RULER OF THE OCEAN"

kraken therian, songkin of "bottom of the deep blue sea" by missio

TYP. EXAMPLE:

" THIS IS MARIANA H-R-, IF YOU AR-N'T ALR-ADY AFRAID OF M-, TH-N I WILL MAK- SUR- THAT YOU WILL B- SOON, I AM TH- RULER OF THE OC-ANS AND I WILL DO MY B-ST TO PROT-CT ALL OF YOU F--BLE THINGS, AS LONG AS YOU BOW TO M-, I WILL HANDL- THE ANG-R B-TT-R THAN ANY OF YOU CAN, "

hex;; #131661

#ANGEL CHOIRS #build a alter #build a headmate #build an alter #radqueer #alter creation #alter packs #alterpacks #bah blog #headmatepack #headmate creation #headmate pack #alter pack

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blouisparadise · 1 year

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Upon request, today we have the fourth part to our enemies to lovers rec list! You can also find part one here, part two here, and part three here. If you enjoy our rec lists and would like us to continue making them, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word! Happy reading.

1) Say My Name And Everything Just Stops | Explicit | 5,089 words

Harry and Louis are enemies and their friends leave them behind on a camping trip to sort out their differences. In a short amount of time, they do.

2) It’s Hard To Fight Naked | Explicit | 11,189 words

Prompt 6: Louis and Harry are roommates, but they cannot stand each other. When Harry heard Louis moan his name while Louis was riding a dildo in Harry’s room (Louis thought he was alone at home), Harry couldn’t stop himself and so he ended up fucking Louis against the mattress. Happy ending!

3) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18,088 words

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone. One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts. Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts. Three: They do not get along. So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

4) Uncomfortable Truths | Explicit | 18,125 words

Louis (a sophisticated asshole with a god complex, according to Zayn) is confident, bored out of his mind and in a desperate need of a challenge. Harry moves back to the city, ready to provide him one. Things go sideways. Obviously.

5) Angel Of Small Death And The Murder Scene | Explicit | 20,634 words

Ever since Louis read about the new up and coming Detective in town, he had immediately disliked the man, despite never having met him. So, naturally, it can only be the worst thing that could have happened to Louis when he gets stuck with Detective Styles trying to solve a murder during his supposed to be relaxing vacation over the seas.

6) Manners And Misjudgements | Explicit | 21,178 words

“Everyone you mention the Duke to raves about him, just like you are defending him now. But no one looks behind the façade he so ably maintains to deceive you all.” Liam sighs deeply. “You sound like a crazy man right now, Louis.” “I will prove to you who the Duke really is, just wait.”

7) Help Me, Help You Find Love | Explicit | 23,789 words

The one where they all attend a university for supernaturals and Werewolf Frat president and resident heartthrob Harry approaches on campus matchmaker Louis to help him find love.

8) Strong Enough To Get Us Wrong | Explicit | 24,289 words

Omega Louis have always considered the soulmate etching on his left thigh to be a curse. It takes a world tour, the bustling city of Tokyo, a hike to see Mt. Fuji, some hidden feelings, sea urchin sushi and the alpha he hates most in the world to change him.

9) Like It’s A Game | Explicit | 32,223 words | Sequel

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare. And Louis.

10) Spoonful Of Sugar | Explicit | 42,900 words

Note: We'd recommend reading the prequel to this fic first.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

11) From Dust To Lust | Explicit | 45,437 words

From the moment Louis set eyes on the gorgeous stranger across the airport terminal, he knew the guy was trouble, which was the last thing he wanted. He wouldn’t have thought spending two days cooped up in a car travelling from the Australian Outback to the East Coast would change his mind. It’s funny how things work out.

12) Catch Me If I Fall | Explicit | 47,099 words

Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.

13) Hold Me How the Deep Night Has | Explicit | 48,018 words

Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?

14) Falling Without Caution | Explicit | 50,350 words

Louis Tomlinson, a wanted criminal, was captured by the FBI after years of chasing. Instead of being locked up in a high-security prison, he was offered a deal. What was supposed to be the end of a decade long chase turned into a morally grey circumstance for Agent Styles.

15) A Place With Skeletons | Explicit | 50,765 words

“I would choose anyone other than you,” Louis says, picking up his train of thought again. He feels a lot more cornered and defensive when they’re in Harry’s house, for some reason. It doesn’t really make sense, considering that this time, Louis was the one who couldn’t hack it any longer. He broke first. There’s something about being in Harry’s space, though, the green and earthy feeling of it. It should feel like open space with all the plants, but Louis has never felt more claustrophobic than he does when he’s here. Harry’s chest moves against his back, a sharp intake of air. Before he can open his mouth to defend himself, Louis keeps going, “If I had a choice in any of this, I would have been saved by that elderly security guard over you. I wouldn’t mind having to have the occasional cuddle with her.”

16) We Are But Dust and Shadows | Explicit | 51,468 words

Louis is part of a well respected Shadowhunter family, and Harry is the Mundane turned Shadowhunter who just can’t seem to get it right.

17) Lunar Waltz | Explicit | 56,795 words

Louis has to replace his (missing) twin brother and marry one of the most dangerous alphas of the kingdom.

18) The Luna of Which Pack? | Mature | 72,696 words

When Harry's wolves accidentally kidnap the intended Luna of Simon Cowell's pack, he must decide what to do with the irritating omega that does not want to return home. With the elders disagreeing with the new ‘naive’ pack alpha Styles, a war erupts due to his opposed decisions. And Louis finds himself right in the middle of it.

19) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words

Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them. Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one. Until two terrible truths are revealed. One, he's adopted. Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers. Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.

20) Where I Burn To Be | Explicit | 143,346 words

There were very few people who managed to get under Louis’ skin as effortlessly as Harry had, and even fewer who had done it in only a day and a half. It was quite an accomplishment, really. They’d only interacted a handful of times and yet Louis had the insatiable desire to slam the locker into that frustratingly well-defined face that never seemed to hold any expressions other than contempt and arrogance. “That’s right. I do own the skies. And you wanna know why?” he sneered. Without his boots on, Louis was a fair bit shorter than Harry, his eyes pretty much level with Harry’s chin and his socked toes bumping into the boots of the other man, close enough that Louis could make out the tiny scar on Harry’s brow and the individual shades of emerald in his irises. He was handsome, but that only made Louis hate him more. Heart thumping heavily against his sternum and his hands balled into fists, Louis lifted his chin defiantly and plastered a coldhearted smirk across his lips. “Because I’m the best goddamn pilot here.”

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#fic recs #bottom louis #top harry #blp #blp fic recs #enemies to lovers #larry stylinson #larry

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insomni-frog · 6 months

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Decide to list all the cookie run ocs I have, putting it under the cut because its a bit lengthy.

Gâteau Werehound

Inky Cap Cookie

Ebiten/shrimp Tempura Cookie

Raspberry Crown Cookie

Fruit leather Cookie

Taffy Cookie

Domiati Sphinx Cookie

Neapolitan Sandwich Cookie

Gummy Snake Cookie

Strawberry Jam Cookie

Fairy Floss Cookie

Futakuchi/Takoyaki Cookie

Kappa Cookie

Kaiju Cookie

Enenra Cookie

Nekomata cookie

BBQ Cookie

Eucalyptus Cookie

Butterfly tea Cookie

Lorikeet Cookie

Inkberry Cookie

Rainbow Mallow Cookie

Venus Flytrap Cookie

Melatonin Manta Cookie

Angelonia Dragon Cookie

Choco Rock Cookie

St. Brandy Cookie

Carob Cookie

Devil's cake Cookie

Bitter Jelly Cookie

Cream sheep Cookie

Poisonberry Dragon Cookie

Butterscotch Cookie

Honeysuckle Cookie

Vanilla Pudding Cookie

Berry Cream Cookie

Chippy Cookie

Sunny-side Cookie

Sugar Seal Cookie

Sea Angel Cookie

Sea Cucumber Cookie

Sea Louse Cookie

White Rice Cookie

And all twelve zodiac cookies.

This might not even be all of them, feels like I might be missing a few. I haven't even drawn most of them, but my brain won't stop making designs

#cookie run #cookie run oc #crk oc

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yetanothersparrowofthedawn · 8 months

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Love Songs and Shit (Extended Masterpost)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x YN

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Fluff, Smut (honestly it varies depending on the chapter)

Wordcount: if only I knew...

Plot: YN is a popular American singer-songwriter who, on a rainy evening in 2018, crossed path with the members of Greta Van Fleet. It didn't take long for the usually detached and fiercely independent girl to experience an unfamiliar itch. As she put pen to paper, it seemed a certain long-haired guitarist had her thinking about writing love songs and shit.

Concept: Each Album is a period of YN's journey, each track is a song she wrote after a specific chapter, so basically her discography is a chronological story of her life (with Jake, mostly). I'm currently not posting chapters in chronological order, but everything is organized in chronological order on this Masterpost.

Disclaimer: All the album covers are paintings by Norwegian painter Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen I edited. So, credit to that guy.

Also some chapters may involve triggering themes, I'll add the specific trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Stay safe, besties.

(PREQUEL)Debut Album: "Remain Nameless" => NOT YET STARTED

Old Money

Seven

Blue Velvet

Lost at Sea

Bel Air

South London Forever

This is what makes us girls

Dollhouse

All-American Bitch

Hope There’s Someone

Grace

idontwannabeyouanymore

Remain Nameless

Brutal

Rabbit Heart

National Anthem

2nd Album: "Sweet Nothings" => NOT YET STARTED

The Night We Met

Ride

Lover to Lover

Body Electric

Moves

Hiding

Hope is a Dangerous thing for me to have

Love Song

Sweet nothings

3rd Album: "Let the Light In" => NOT YET STARTED

Wildest dreams

All the girls you've loved before

Cornelia street

How Big, How blue, How beautiful

Dress

Love

Always Remember Us This Way

Let the Light In

Lover

4th Album: "How to Disappear" => NOT YET STARTED

The Next Best American Record

King

Brooklyn Baby

How to Disappear

Mariners Apartment Complex

Norman Fucking Rockwell

Watercolor Eyes

Sky Full of Song

One step forward, three steps back

Out of the woods

5th Album: "The Greatest" => NOT YET STARTED

Happiness is a Butterfly

Swan song

Too Good at Goodbyes

Favorite Crime

You're Losing Me

Without You

The Greatest

6th album: "Long & Lost" => IN PROGRESS

Hits Different (coming soon..)

Now that we don’t talk

Beautiful People with Beautiful Problems

Long & Lost (coming next)

Is it over Now? (coming soon..)

All This and Heaven Too

7th Album: "St Jude" => DONE

California

Secrets from a Girl

Style

The Way I loved You

St Jude

All You Had to do Was Stay

Honeymoon

Happier than ever

8th Album: "The End of Love" => ON HIATUS

The Bomb

Prayer Factory

River

All too well

Caught

Stargirl Interlude

Getaway car

Angels like you

Various Storms and Saints

Leave my Body

Cassandra

The End of Love

9th Album: "Dream Girl Evil" => NOT YET STARTED

Carmen

A&W

Hometown Glory

Dream Girl Evil

Swimming

Restraint

Sober

Sober II

Heaven Is Here

June

God knows I tried

Never Let Me Go

(SEQUEL) 10th Album: "Margaret" => NOT YET STARTED

Morning Elvis

Girls against God

Mama who bore me

Patricia

Did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean boulevard?

Kitsungi

Back in Town

I Drink Wine

Back to December

Margaret

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८. ･ ͙．s͟e͟u͟l͟g͟i͟ u͟s͟e͟r͟n͟a͟m͟e͟s͟ ᰍ ｡ ͘ ᳞ ✽

flseur -> from french "fleur" (flower)

sseulv -> from "(red) velvet"

seoulg-i -> from "seoul"

seungkeu -> from korean '핑크/pingkeu" (pink)

miaaulgi -> from "miau" (meow)

i-l0veul -> "i love seulgi"

seuyugi -> from korean "우유/uyu" (milk)

s-eulagi -> from korean "아기/agi" (baby)

seulgelical -> from "angelical"

velvtgi -> from "(red) velvet"

vieseul -> from french "vie" (life)

viee-lvt -> from french "vie" (life) and "(red) velvet"

seusahn -> from "usahana" [sanrio character]

seulpiral -> from "spiral"

rocieulgi -> from spanish "rocío" (dew)

seulgae-w -> from korean "개/gae" (dog)

hrt2seul -> "heart(s) to seulgi"

byeolgii -> from korean "별/byeol" (star)

seulberries -> from "strawberries"

laceulgi -> from "lace"

seulgitery -> from "cemetery"

paseulgitoss -> from spanish "pastelitos" (little cakes)

angiseul -> from "angel"

luneul -> from french "lune" (moon)

blosseul -> from "blossom"

beulquet -> from "bouquet"

cremeuls -> from "creme"

seulwirly -> from "swirly"

seupaalg -> from spanish "upa" (childish way of asking to be carried)

j-ireulgi -> from korean "제 이름은 슬기입니다/je ireumeun seulgi-imnida" (my name is seulgi)

cocoreul -> from spanish "coco" (coconut) and "corazón" (heart)

seulokki -> from korean "토끼/tokki" (rabbit/bunny)

seulginlv -> "seulgi in love"

waaseul -> from expression "waah" [crying?]

pawseul -> from "paws"

fruuseul -> from "fruit"

nubeseuli -> from spanish "nube" (cloud)

chocoseul -> from "chocolate"

messeulq -> from "mess(y)"

murseulago -> from spanish "murciélago" (bat [animal])

mar-iseul -> from spanish "mar" (sea)

tseulip -> from "tulip"

roseulqrtz -> from "rose quartz"

seulnnamon -> from "cinnamon"

drmyulgi -> from "dreamy"

seuthereal -> from "ethereal"

pureseulgi -> from "pure(st)"

kamasl-gi -> from korean "까마귀/kkamagwi" (crow)

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seeinganewlight · 9 months

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2024 books read

2024 goal: 150 books

january: 1 - heartstopper vol. 1 → alice oseman (reread) 2 - heartstopper vol. 2 → alice oseman (reread) 3 - heartstopper vol. 3 → alice oseman (reread) 4 - heartstopper vol. 4 → alice oseman (reread) 5 - heartstopper vol. 5 → alice oseman 6 - a fragile enchantment → allison saft 7 - some shall break → ellie marney (audiobook) 8 - only if you're lucky → stacy willingham (arc) 9 - over my dead body: a witchy graphic novel → sweeney boo 10 - notes on an execution → danya kukafka (physical & audiobook) 11 - murder on the orient express → agatha christie (reread) 12 - our wives under the sea → julia armfield (physical & audiobook) 13 - the invocations → krystal sutherland (arc) 14 - red string theory → lauren kung jessen 15 - the breakup tour → emily wibberley & austin siegemund-broka (arc) 16 - the name drop → susan lee 17 - the secret of the old clock → carolyn keene (reread) 18 - bright young women → jessica knoll (audiobook) 19 - last call at the local → sarah grunder ruiz (audiobook) 20 - no one can know → kate alice marshall

february: 21 - worst wingman ever → abby jimenez 22 - drop, cover, and hold on → jasmine guillory 23 - with any luck → ashley poston 24 - the atlas six → olivie blake (reread, audiobook) 25 - that's not my name → megan lally 26 - not here to stay friends → kaitlyn hill 27 - this golden state → marit weisenberg 28 - today tonight tomorrow → rachel lynn solomon (reread, annotation) 29 - past present future → rachel lynn solomon (arc, annotation) 30 - the atlas paradox → olivie blake (reread, audiobook) 31 - the guest list → lucy foley (audiobook) 32 - in the market for murder → t.e. kinsey (audiobook) 33 - the neighbor favor → kristina forest 34 - in the mix → mandy gonzalez 35 - everyone in my family has killed someone → benjamin stevenson 36 - the seven year slip → ashley poston 37 - veronica ruiz breaks the bank → elle cosimano (audiobook) 38 - finlay donovan rolls the dice → elle cosimano (audiobook) 39 - the simmonds house kills → meaghan dwyer (arc)

march: 40 - the mysterious case of the alperton angels → janice hallett 41 - the book of cold cases → simone st. james 42 - what the river knows → isabel ibañez (audiobook) 43 - cut loose! → ali stroker & stacy davidowitz 44 - how i'll kill you → ren destefano 45 - the reappearance of rachel price → holly jackson (arc) 46 - when no one is watching → alyssa cole (audiobook) 47 - outofshapeworthlessloser: a memoir of figure skating, f*cking up, and figuring it out → gracie gold (audiobook) 48 - julius caesar → william shakespeare (rerad, audiobook) 49 - the family plot → megan collins (audiobook) 50 - if we were villains → m.l. rio (reread) 51 - alone with you in the ether → olivie blake (physical & audiobook) 52 - disappearance at devil's rock → paul tremblay (audiobook)

april: 53 - shakespeare: romeo and juliet graphic novel → martin powell & eva cabrera 54 - shakespeare: macbeth graphic novel → martin powell & f. daniel perez 55 - shakespeare: julius caesar graphic novel → carl bown & eduardo garcia 56 - shakespeare: a midsummer night's dream graphic novel → nel yomtov & berenice muniz 57 - twelfth knight → alexene farol follmuth (arc) 58 - kill for me, kill for you → steve cavanagh 59 - murder road → simone st. james 60 - everyone on this train is a suspect → benjamin stevenson 61 - listen for the lie → amy tintera 62 - king cheer → molly horton booth, stephanie kate strohm, jamie green 63 - twelfth night (musical adaptation) → kwame kwei-armah & shaina taub 64 - in juliet's garden → judy elliot mcdonald 65 - fat ham → james ijames 66 - death by shakespeare → philip l. nicholas, jr 67 - a good girl's guide to murder → holly jackson (reread) 68 - good girl, bad blood → holly jackson (reread) 69 - as good as dead → holly jackson (reread) 70 - dark corners → megan goldin (audiobook) 71 - the one that got away with murder → trish lundy (audiobook) 72 - funny story → emily henry 73 - imogen says nothing → aditi brennan kapil 74 - people we meet on vacation → emily henry (audiobook, reread)

may: 75 - episode thirteen → craig dilouie 76 - the girls i've been → tess sharpe (reread) 77 - the girl in question → tess sharpe (arc) 78 - wild about you → kaitlyn hill (arc) 79 - just for the summer → abby jimenez 80 - my best friend's exorcism → grady hendrix 81 - second first date → rachel lynn solomon 82 - the ballad of darcy & russell → morgan matson 83 - the good, the bad, and the aunties → jesse q. sutanto (audiobook) 84 - truly, madly, deeply → alexandria bellefleur 85 - your blood, my bones → kelly andrew 86 - amy & roger's epic detour → morgan matson (reread) 87 - romancing mister bridgerton → julia quinn (reread) 88 - the viscount who loved me → julia quinn (reread) 89 - bittersweet in the hollow → kate pearsall 90 - to sir phillip, with love → julia quinn (reread) 91 - when he was wicked → julia quinn (reread) 92 - it's in his kiss → julia quinn (reread) 93 - on the way to the wedding → julia quinn (audiobook, reread) 94 - emma → jane austen (audiobook, reread)

june: 95 - first lie wins → ashley elston 96 - we got the beat → jenna miller 97 - firekeeper's daughter → angeline boulley 98 - chlorine → jade song (audiobook) 99 - what stalks among us → sarah hollowell 100 - hollow fires → samira ahmed (audiobook) 101 - part of your world → abby jimenez 102 - the road trip → beth o'leary 103 - yours truly → abby jimenez 104 - finally fitz → marisa kanter 105 - the last love song → kalie holford

july: 106 - dead girls walking → sami ellis (audiobook) 107 - home is where the bodies are → jeneva rose 108 - we used to live here → marcus kliewer 109 - the children on the hill → jennifer mcmahon (audiobook) 110 - what moves the dead → t. kingfisher 111 - my throat an open grave → tori bovalino 112 - dashed → amanda quain (arc) 113 - asking for a friend → kara h.l. chen (arc) 114 - beach read → emily henry (reread, audiobook) 115 - book lovers → emily henry (reread, audiobook) 116 - happy place → emily henry (reread, audiobook) 117 - you have a match → emma lord (reread, annotation) 118 - bonnie & clyde musical script → ivan menchell (reread) 119 - such charming liars → karen m. mcmanus (arc) 120 - she left → stacie grey (audiobook) 121 - let the games begin → rufaro faith mazarura (audiobook) 122 - death at morning house → maureen johnson (arc)

august: 123 - cleat cute → meryl wilsner (audiobook) 124 - i wish you would → eva des lauriers 125 - the break-up pact → emma lord (arc) 126 - water for elephants → sara gruen 127 - when you get the chance → emma lord (reread, annotation) 128 - come out, come out → natalie c. parker (arc) 129 - my lady jane → cynthia hand, brodi ashton, jodi meadows 130 - the lies of alma blackwell → amanda glaze (arc)

september: 131 - the spare room → andra bartz 132 - late bloomer → mazey eddings (audiobook) 133 - savor it → tarah dewitt (audiobook) 134 - triple sec → t.j. alexander (audiobook) 135 - the skeleton key → erin kelly 136 - the examiner → janice hallett (arc) 137 - the dark we know → wen-yi lee (audiobook) 138 - pretty girls → karin slaughter 139 - a good girl's guide to murder → holly jackson (reread, annotation)

#post: 2024 books read #i always get SO excited to start these threads!#and as y'all know i love starting the new year with a reread #so i figured this year it would be heartstopper and then i'd finally get to read heartstopper vol 5 #i loved it which is no surprise #i just love these characters so much <3

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 3 months

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Shell

Author's Note: More of Ramiel in Living Waters AU. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric. Thank you to @egrets-not-regrets for helping me with keeping in character and letting me Borrow Lenora and Erriox.

Summary: Ramiel and the other Primaris marines share a meal together and he finds a sea shell to give as a gift to Lenora and Erriox. He's meeting them for the first time and is a little nervous about it.

Warnings: None that I can tell, let me know if I need to add anything.

Past =-= Next

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Ramiel is humming to himself as he is gathering up some fish for supplementation for supper. He listens to Jophiel happily chattering about his mom Lenora and not-dad Erriox, and he notices Claude swimming towards them. He nods towards Claude who has a determined look on his face.

“Did you need something, Claude?” Ramiel asks his brother-cousin, tilting his head a little as he continues to prepare the fish.

“Yes,” Claude says, “I think you should meet Mom and Erriox.”

“Alright,” Ramiel says after a few moments of thought. “When do you want me to meet them?”

“Both of them should be at the nest in a few days- so I’ll have you meet them,” Jophiel chimes in, a gleam in his eyes that speaks of satisfaction. Of a plot that he’s thinking of slowing enfolding in the ways he wants it to.

Ah- that is something he should talk to Cedric about. Jophie’s been plotting recently. Hopefully he’s looped in Catius. Who’s the best at tactics and logistics of the lot of them? Ah- he should speak with Catius as well. Otherwise his plans tended to go. Uh. Awry. Some of the times.

The Noodle Incident.

Nope. Stop. Not thinking about that right now. Also not thinking about how Jophiel almost became a Lamenter. Almost. Ramiel pauses and murmurs a prayer of thankfulness to the God Emperor for that.

Jophiel didn’t need that kind of bad luck following him due to Warp-witchery cursing that poor Chapter of the Sons of the Great Angel. Not with the difficulties he has already. He shakes his head a little and decides to not think about it. That causes his mood to fall and his brother-cousin to worry.

He focuses on Claude and Jophiel talking about and he nods and agrees to meeting with Lenora and Erriox in a few days time as he mentally goes over his list of tasks that he’d like to get done today, and what gifts he should bring for Erriox and Lenora.

He’s heard that in some cultures it’s polite to bring a gift as a guest to someone who’s important to someone close to you. Or something like that? Hm. He’ll have to think on what to get them. Ramiel turns to Jophiel and asks, “what do Erriox and Lenora like for gifts?”

“Huh? Oh- you don’t have to bring them a gift,” Jophiel says leaning into Ramiel a little, “The gift is your presence.”

Ramiel’s ears go bright red at that and he turns his face away a little as he recovers his composure. He coughs a little and says, “If you’re sure…”

“Very sure, Rami,” Jophiel says as he leans more onto Ramiel, draping one of his wings across his body.

Ramiel huffs a little and shrugs his shoulders, which has Jophiel not leaning so much of his weight on his fellow Primaris Marine, gently folding his wings on his back with a soft hum. Also, occasionally stealing pieces of fish or seaweed as they prepare the supplemental food.

The whole squad of them comes together to eat the mixture of rations and freshly prepared fish and other foraged foods. They speak of what they have done and see for the day, and what they hope to accomplish for the next cycle.

Ramiel quietly prays over the food, thanking the God Emperor and his brother-cousins for their help in hunting, foraging, cooking, and cleaning before and after the cooking of the meal has occurred. The prayers take place before they start the meal.

Over the next few days Ramiel scours the area, while he keeps in mind what Jophiel says about not needing to bring a gift, he wants to bring a gift, he can find one that is good enough. Over his eyes alight on something that shimmers in the water and he dives down to grab it.

It’s a seashell, with a bright iridescent sheen- he’s heard of Abalone shells, and how they can be used for trade and gifts. Highly prized for their luster and sheen. He carefully tucks the intact shell into a pouch- thinking of asking Cedric or one of the others to help him get the shell up to proper polishing and shine levels. While it looks small in his hands, in those who are of a baseline human size, or a Harpy, they look much bigger.

“Cedric!” He calls out, “I found an intact Abalone shell. I think it would make a good gift for Lenora and Erriox. Could you help me polish it?”

“Sure thing!” Cedric responds with a cheerful smile as he swims over to help his brother out. “How do you feel about meeting Jophie’s parents for the first time?”

“A little nervous,” Ramiel admits to his fellow Black Templar quietly, “However, I’m glad that I get to meet a couple of people that are so important to Jophiel and Claude.”

The day he gets to meet Lenora and Erriox arrives, and he’s not entirely surprised, but still a little nervous about it. Which he will power through, he is a Black Templar after all and a Space Marine. Space Marines aren’t trained to feel fear however trauma can, does, and will affect them and their brothers, veteran and apprentice alike.

His nearly completely black tail, with only a few, thin strips of white denote him as a Chaplain-in-training. Ramiel had hesitated, but had decided that, since he wasn’t trying to show hostility (even though he is meeting a Son of Perturabo- a First Born, at that), not wearing his armor or weapons might help the First Born Space Marine feel more at ease.

The infamous tensions between their gene-lines make this a potentially fraught meeting. He wouldn’t attack first, nor was he planning to- but the temperament, personality type and Reputation of his Chapter doesn’t make meeting others easy or likely to go well.

It doesn’t help that Ramiel’s heard of Black Templar pods attacking the sentient magical beings and creatures that live alongside humanity on Holy Ancient Terra. Diplomacy was almost considered a swear word, and definitely something he’s heard called as a form of ‘cowardice’ by some of his more hardliner and militant brothers in the Black Templar pods.

Ramiel swims after Jophiel and Claude, the carefully polished abalone shell was in a pouch slung across his waist. He waits as Jophiel, Cedric, and Claude greet Erriox and Lenora cheerfully. He is glad that they have some parental-type guidance in their lives, it seems to have steadied them in ways that they hadn’t been before. That he hadn’t realized that they weren’t until after the effect the pair of them had on his brother.

The meeting spot that they’d arranged to meet at was on an island nearby that was mostly neutral ground. It was- he’d later find out -where Lenora first met Jophiel, who’d been having one of his fits. He carefully takes out the abalone shell, that he’d decided to gift the pair of them.

He straightens to attention briefly when Erriox and Lenora shift their gaze to him and he dips his head a little and greeting and says, “Hello Miss Lenora and Brother Erriox, I’m Ramiel- I’ve heard a lot about you from Jophiel, Claude and Cedric. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Ramiel,” Lenora says with a warm smile as she looks him over.

His dark coloration- much darker than the nearly glowing white in the water due to how brightly white his colorations were was a bit fascinating and startling. Lenora hadn’t realized, although it did make sense, that a difference in coloration could be startling between the same kind of mer.

“I hadn’t realized Black Templars could have such strikingly different colorations,” Lenora tells him.

“Ah- it’s due to… specialization, ma’am,” Ramiel says as he scratches the back of his head sheepishly, “Cedric’s an Apothecary-in-training, and I’m a Chaplain-in-training. Specialists tend to have more dramatic colorations than the standard battle brother. I think it’s so that we are more noticeable when in battle or something?”

“Fair enough,” Lenora says, noticing the shimmering shell in his hand, “Oh- an intact Abalone shell, how rare.”

“I found it,” Ramiel says, puffing up his chest with pride, “I … thought it might make an nice gift.”

“It would,” Lenora says with a nod.

“Then it’s yours,” Ramiel says, offering it to her, “I mean it as a gift for you and Erriox. Cedric, Claude, and especially Jophiel, have been talking to me a lot about you two, and how much peace and joy you’ve given them…. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Lenora says, “I don’t need a gift.”

Ramiel wilts a little, she had said that she thought it would be a fine gift… but why doesn’t she want it? Did he pick the wrong thing? He blinks a little, and notices Lenora shift closer and gently grasp the shell from him.

“But I will accept it,” Lenora says, watching the way Ramiel perks up at that.

It breaks her heart how hard on themselves, Jophiel and his brother-cousins are. She also has an amused, wry suspicion that, perhaps, Jophiel wants to have her and Erriox adopt Ramiel as well.

He’d asked, after she’d met Cedric, if they'd adopt him as well, if Cedric accepted. And then had given her those devastating liquid red eyes that had her heart melting. She’d told him she’d talked to Erriox about it.

Erriox had grumbled about it, muttering about “Scouts who think they are sneaky and clever but aren’t.”

Then he’d turned to her and smirked, saying, “I bet Jophiel’s going to ask us to adopt a full squad of five Primaris Astartes, and likely not one of them from the same gene-line.”

Erriox bet kisses if he was right. Lenora laughs, saying she gives him kisses all the time anyways. Still, she can’t deny her own curiosity of who else Jophie is going to ask them to adopt.

So far- Erriox had been right, for the most part, Ramiel and Cedric are both Black Templars (sons of Dorn) as Erriox had explained it while grumbling about how most Sons of Dorn are very aggravating to deal with. Usually.

She pulls away from her thoughts and focuses back on Ramiel. He’s just as large as the rest of her sons, similar build, if a bit more scarred up than the others. She notices with concern the scar on his chest, it looks like something really sharp might have pierced his chest- worrying because it was near where his heart. Er. Hearts are located.

They talk for a few moments more, as they turn- hearing someone come near them, it’s Erriox who greets her and Ramiel with a gruff nod. His tail loosely wraps around one of Lenora’s ankles.

Jophiel and the rest of their sons had been talking about Ramiel recently, likely warming him up to the idea of meeting yet another Son of Dorn- and a Black Templar at that. What Jophiel had failed to mention was the Specialty that this other Scoutling has.

Chaplains are the beating hearts of a Chapter, they help guide the brothers from Aspirant to Battle Brother and beyond. They help tend to the mental, emotional and battle-trauma needs of their fellows.

How by the Throne on Terra, a Baby Librarian, a Baby Apothecary and a baby Chaplain, hadn’t been noticed and snatched up by one, or more of the local pods, he didn’t know. It certainly implied that the boys may be avoiding their older brothers for some reason or another.

Or it is simply due to coincidence, but with a Baby Librarian among their number, he thinks that’s unlikely. Erriox would love to get that explanation out of the boys. One Specialist in a squad of scouts was fine, two were… unusual, but three. Hm.

He might have to talk to his pod leader, after he gets the story from the Scouts to see if they had reasons, good reasons, for not joining a shoal. He doesn’t want to overcomplicate things, and white he’s busy most of the time, he can sometimes keep an eye on the Scouts. Jophiel and Claude have come to him, asking about certain logistical and/or tactical things from time to time.

So- for now, he’ll wait, build trust with the boys and see why they are avoiding most of their ‘first born’ space marines brothers. A few hours later- Ramiel leaves- stating that he’s off to go get some supplies for Cedric.

Jophiel turns to look at both of them with plaintive red eyes, and Erriox knows what he’s going to ask before he opens his mouth. He arches an eyebrow at his first not-son and says, “If Ramiel wants to be adopted by us… well… I need to get to know him more before I say yes or no.”

“Yes sir,” Jophiel says with a slight pout on his face.

Lenora hums and nods in agreement, lightly patting Jophiel’s arm as she reminds him that he needs to help his Gannet Aunties with some reconstruction efforts. There had been a really bad storm and, while everyone was safe and hadn’t been injured, a couple of the big rocks had shifted, and some of the trees had fallen.

After the boys have left, Erriox smirks down at her a little bit, and she huffs at him pointing out, “Ramiel is also a Black Templar- but I think you’re right. Jophi’s trying to have us adopt a bunch. I’m not opposed to the idea, what about you?”

“I have… gotten used to the idea,” Erriox says with a grumble. “I didn’t think I’d basically become a pseudo-scout sergeant- and yet, life has a way of changing things in ways we don’t expect.”

At least, they are mostly independent and can get themselves in and out of trouble with minimal help. He still gets plenty of time with his lovely mate Lenora- the boys often more out doing their own things and hunting, but it’s nice to have them come back and be at the nest at the same time he is from time to time so that he knows they are doing well.

It also helps ease something within his hearts- that one or more of the boys will be with Lenora while he’s gone. He knows that Lenora can, and has the capability and capacity to fight and defend herself. But- he’s occasionally had nightmares about random astartes finding and hurting, and or killing her. And he only finds out about it after the fact. But- that isn’t something he has to worry about. Not as much as he had before, at least.

Erriox snorts a little as his thoughts drift to something happier- Ramiel’s potential reaction to the Gannet Aunties. Cedric’s reaction had been highly entertaining. Jophiel had told him the right of it- that one is certainly shy. He wonders if being sweeter tempered is something that is true for all Baby Black Templars or if it’s only something that is true for Cedric and Ramiel.

That that he’s tempted to really find out. Sons of Dorn and Sons of Perturabo do not get along well. And from what he’s learned of, in the ensuing ten thousand years, that series of grudges has only gotten worse with time.

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