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sevenop · 3 months

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Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: I'm your Ilo, will you Milo?

A/n: Preferring the original source in the person of Billie herself, you ask her a question one day about one of her old songs.

"Wait, what did you just say...?"

Eilish's face is a continuous bewilderment, woven from many details. By asking just one question, you were able to hit the best possible jackpot in LA: soft lips parted in surprise (you even manage to catch a silver glint of grillz), eyebrows that shot almost to the ceiling of your parents' house and dumbfounded eyes that resemble white jade in the light of the sun with their translucency. You, on the other hand, are a total embarrassment - a smile that rides on a slope, a nervous chuckle you let out more by reflex than consciously and, the cherry on the cake - a hand rubbing your neck in slight embarrassment.

"Can you explain to me what ilomilo is, please?", - you duplicate again, and Billie almost has an Internet connection loss icon on her forehead from the ridiculousness of the question, so you tactfully clarify, - "I just decided to ask you right away, as the author of your own song, and not to prowl in on the Internet."

A couple of seconds of immutability, and then Eilish bursts into laughter, reminding you of a geyser with its suddenness and loudness. Whether you feel even more interested after this "maneuver" or a little more embarrassed is still unclear. Billie stops talking, returning to her former state of harmony, and gestures for you to sit down next to her. She crosses her legs and rests the elbow of her left arm on the soft back of the sofa, propping her head on the same arm. Being as close to you as possible, Eilish now looks like she wants to tell you her most important secret.

"It's more correct to call them separatly" - Billie chuckles, her right hand stroking your knee lightly, - "The song itself is about a man losing someone he loves and trying to find them again. We wrote it with Finn, based on the game of the same name."

Even though Billie was wiggling her foot unobtrusively and lazily to the beat of the music coming from the kitchen, the dreamy smile on her face suggested that she was slowly drifting into a special nostalgia. Blue eyes looks at you affectionately and trustingly - she certainly likes your interest. You smile, conspiratorially moving even a little closer. Billie's hand on your knee begins to lovingly "draw" spirals. A lover of tactile contact, what can you do.

"I used to play ilomilo a lot. I loved ilomilo, it was my favorite game in the world. It's the kind of game where there are these two little creatures - one called Ilo and the other called Milo. It's kind of an anti-gravity world where there are all these little blocks, and they start off separate from each other. The idea is that you just make your way towards each other, and when they get close to each other, they just hug and there's no prize. The whole idea of the game is to just lose a loved one and then find them again."

Billie stops using your knee as a canvas, a small silver sparkle in her eyes. Gently cupping her palms around your face, she whispers childishly and mysteriously into your ear with a sly grin:

"You didn't play ilomilo, did you?"

Just one negative nod and you're already securely grabbed by the arm for a speedy trip up the stairs to the second floor, straight to her former room.

×××

Thinking in six planes at once is difficult. Two-colored sweet couple sticks to steep surfaces, crawls on the ceiling and walls, and the whole stage at such moments is turned upside down and back. The first few levels are all kind of simple and without nerves, there are almost no problems with finding the right path, but further on the real brainteaser begins.

While your blue Ilo hangs upside down on the plush cube waiting for you, you furtively glance at Eilish: extremely focused face and neat glasses slowly sliding down to the tip of her nose (the effect of a long night sitting in front of the screen). Milo quickly shuffles his short, plush legs, changed planes, and along with him puffs O'Connell herself, but not tiredly, but irritated. At stake for the singer is not the conquest of the world, but something more serious - to show how good she is at the game of her childhood.

"That's fucking impossible!" - The Xbox joystick slumps to the soft carpet, and Billie throws her head up and growls in anger at the "failure" that had befallen her.

"Do you give up, Eilish?" - Not teasing her verbally now equals the truest crime, and you're a law-abiding girl, aren't you?

The two whipping blue lightning bolts that flickered from her eyes toward you and a raised middle finger are more eloquent than any possible words. Trying to hold back, you only chuckle even louder, and Billie gets angrier and angrier.

"Fuck you, bitch!"

She deftly snatches the second joystick out of your hands, shoving you in the side, which is already sore from laughing. A couple of movements of the stick and your little blue Ilo dies, returning to the same checkpoint from tothe finish line, at which you spent a good half an hour. Eilish pouts and retreats to the old bed with a red curtain from Louis Vuitton (of course, she demonstratively loudly drapes it), and you only gasp from a new attack of laughter, your back falling on the carpet from helplessness.

When you can finally take a full and free breath of air, your gaze lazily moves from the white ceiling of the room to the window - the sun is slowly beginning to roll over the horizon, taking its warm and blinding orange rays with it. The dark blue curtain, stretched halfway out, sways in the flow of the wind, as if anticipating its imminent uselessness with the appearance of darkness. Dark blue... A sudden idea shoots into your head.

"Billie?" - you quickly roll over from back to stomach, gazing expectantly into her hiding place. Except to no avail. The queen of the scarlet "fort" maintains her surprisingly deafening silence. Well, it looks like you'll have to go it alone.

The plastic hinges on the curtain rod barely audibly knock against each other while you remove the thick fabric from them, you stubbornly standing on toes. A chair standing in the opposite corner of the room is unnecessary attention and noise, you don't need it now. A minute, and the cherished fabric is already in your hands, a few more seconds and it is already on your shoulders. It seems that now you are ready to try to talk to your Queen again.

"Billie-e-e!" - You stretch your vowels deliberately, a playful smile on your lips. Getting into the 'fort' doesn't quite work yet - Eilish is on the other side with her hands holding onto the edges of the red canopy, blocking the passage you're creating. - "Please, my love."

The last word seemed to be some sort of magic spell that made the canopy immediately freeze, losing all tension. You easily scramble onto the bed, dragging the blue curtain dragging across the floor with you. Success! Her lips immediately twitch into a smile when she sees your homely, disheveled appearance and your blue "outfit". The only thing that helps her hold it together is the experience of many red carpets. Her smile immediately fades to indifference and her blue eyes catch up with the blizzard.

"Why do you need a curtain?" - coldly and indifferently. It's as fake and unnatural as possible, which both of you admit. If she wasn't interested, Eilish wouldn't have asked at all.

"So that you and I can win," - scratch your nose on purpose, grabbing a corner of the fabric for comicality. The lips opposite are trembling again in a restrained smile.

"And how will Mom's dusty curtain help us with this?"

"You... Will you be my Milo?

And no matter how much Billie bites her lip, she eventually bursts into laughter, looking at you with a gaze so trusting and loving that your heart flutters in your chest. The blue eyes are the calmest lake in the world, devoid of any resentment. You help her remove half of the canopy from its fasteners and she hurriedly wraps herself in it, "dressed" in red.

"Are you ready to complete this last level?"

"Where did you go? I should know, but it's cold..." - instead of answering, you hum, looking expectantly at your Milo. Billie is a raking scarlet embrace that immediately envelops you.

"And I don't wanna be lonely, was hoping you'd come home." - her soft soprano response. All you have to do is smile and bury your nose in her collarbone, breathing in her favorite scent. No words are needed now.

Ilo and Milo embrace. The level is passed.

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bitchy-craft · 1 year

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What Crystal Describes Your Future Spouse | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find out what crystal describes your future spouse. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people; therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pile 1:

The Amethyst is a violet to purple quartz crystal with a transparent to translucent appearance. It often forms in geodes or clusters and can have variations in colour intensity. This crystal is associated with spiritual awareness, inner peace, and transformation. It is believed to enhance intuition, promote clarity of thought, and aid in meditation and spiritual growth. Amethyst is commonly used for meditation, promoting restful sleep, and fostering a calm and balanced mind. It is also considered a protective crystal against negative energies.

Your future spouse, who resonates with amethyst tends to be introspective, intuitive, and have a deep spiritual connection. They seek balance in their lives and have a strong desire to understand their inner selves.

Pile 2:

Citrine is a yellow to golden-brown variety of quartz. It often has a bright and vibrant colour, resembling sunlight or honey. This crystal is associated with abundance, creativity, and positive energy. It is believed to enhance self-confidence, attract success, and promote a joyful and optimistic outlook. Citrine is used to manifest abundance and prosperity, boost confidence, and dispel negative energies. It's also considered a stone of motivation and clarity.

Your future spouse, who resonates with citrine is an outgoing, cheerful, and motivated individual. They have a natural sense of enthusiasm and a knack for turning challenges into opportunities. They radiate positivity and are drawn to creative pursuits.

Pile 3:

Rose quartz is a pale pink to rosy-coloured crystal with a translucent appearance. It's often found in various shapes, from tumbled stones to carved figurines. This crystal is known as the stone of unconditional love and compassion. It is associated with healing emotional wounds, fostering self-love, and nurturing relationships. Rose quartz is used to promote love and harmony in relationships, encourage self-care, and heal emotional trauma. It's also believed to open the heart chakra.

Your future spouse, who resonates with rose quartz is gentle, empathetic, and nurturing. They have a natural ability to create and maintain meaningful connections and often prioritize the well-being of others. They are also in touch with their emotions and seek to bring healing to themselves and those around them.

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imaginesforeons · 10 months

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A Late Breakfast

~Toji wakes up hungry~

CW: Smut, Oral sex, F receiving, afab reader.

18+ only

My reqs are open btw!! DM me if you'd like. The fandoms I write for are pinned at the top of my blog.

Buy me a coffee?

.-.-.

Toji eyed you as you leaned over the stove. The sound of sizzling could be heard throughout the kitchen, and you pushed at a pair of eggs in a pan with a spatula. Beside you, a pot of tea was being brought to a boil. When you heard him behind you, you turned to greet him, still in your pajamas.

The air crackled with a newfound tension as Toji’s gaze lingered on the tantalizing sight before him. The revelation that you weren't wearing a bra beneath the clingy shirt sent a jolt of desire through him, and his eyes hungrily traced the contours of your exposed curves. The soft fabric seemed almost translucent in the dim light, accentuating the swell of your breasts in a way that left little to the imagination.

His attention then shifted to the bare expanse of your legs, showcased by the daring choice of tiny black shorts that could barely be seen beneath the shirt that hung past your hips. The suggestive length of the fabric left him imagining the possibilities, and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. The image of your legs wrapped around his head as he indulged in the intimate act you hinted at sent a thrill through him.

Toji, never one to be shy, leaned in with a smirk, his scar stretching with the motion. "Well, well," he purred, the low timbre of his voice carrying a magnetic allure. "Seems like someone's out to play this morning."

The room seemed to shrink in reply to the charged atmosphere between you two. He loomed over you, fingers lightly traced the exposed skin along your waist, the touch sending shivers down your spine. The unspoken invitation hung in the air, and the anticipation of what might come next only added to the intoxicating allure of the moment.

As he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your ear, he whispered, "Maybe today, I'll make those fantasies of yours a reality." The promise lingered, and in the hushed space, the air seemed to thicken with tension.

You quirked a brow. “Toji, it’s 9 am. I’m in the middle of making breakfast.”

“I’ll take you out for breakfast. We’ll go to that crepe place you love.”

Before you could reply, he lunged, lifting up your body and laying you across the kitchen table. He grabbed your shorts, and when you felt them rip you let out a squeal. It quickly turned into a whimper, then a moan, as you felt calloused fingers thumb over your slit.

“No panties?” Toji tsked. “Naughty girl.”

He licked his lips, hiked your thighs over his shoulders, and dove between your legs. In a matter of seconds, you felt a hot tongue lave over your pussy once, then twice. After that, you lost count, too lost in pleasure to focus.

As Toji’s lips brushed against you, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. His tongue, hot and skilled, danced over your pussy with an expertise that left you breathless. The world around you seemed to fade as pleasure surged through your body, each lick a tantalizing wave that carried you deeper into the realm of ecstasy.

The rhythm of his movements was a mesmerizing cadence, and you lost yourself in the sensations that enveloped you. The warmth of his mouth against your most intimate parts, the flick of his tongue on your clitoris that sent shivers down your spine—every touch was a symphony of pleasure, each stroke a note in a melody that only the two of you shared.

The room echoed with the soft sounds of your moans, a harmonious counterpoint to the intimate dance unfolding between you. Toji’s devotion to the act was evident in every sensual movement, and time seemed to stretch as pleasure built with an exquisite intensity.

You surrendered to the ecstasy, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to explore the depths of your desire. The sensations were relentless, a cascade of pleasure that pushed you to the edge of bliss. In the throes of passion, you lost track of the food, the world narrowing down to the intoxicating swirl of sensations that Toji skillfully orchestrated.

When Toji pushed his tongue past your labia and into you, you almost screamed.

The sudden intrusion sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through your body, and the almost-scream that escaped your lips was a raw, unfiltered expression of the intensity that gripped you. Toji's skilled tongue explored the most intimate recesses of your desire, and when you glanced down at him his gunmetal eyes glittlered, the bottom half of his face that you could see slick and shining.

The room seemed to vibrate with the echo of your moans, a testament to the pleasure that Toji expertly coaxed from you. Each movement of his tongue was a revelation, a skillful dance that pushed you further into the throes of passion. The boundaries between pleasure and vulnerability blurred, and you surrendered to the heady rush of sensations that engulfed you.

As his tongue continued to explore, the pleasure built to a crescendo, and you found yourself teetering on the edge of release. He pushed his tongue impossibly deeper, but the thing that finally sent you over the edge was when he pressed a calloused thumb against your slit and growled. It felt as if the vibrations ran through you completely, richocheting up and down your body. You choked on a sob, and could do nothing but throw your head back and ride it out, cradled in Toji’s powerful arms.

When you came to, you could smell something burning.

“Well,” you said. “There goes breakfast.”

Toji only laughed.

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cybrsan · 11 months

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Treasure — J.WY [Pt. 1]

STORY SUMMARY: Wooyoung is moon-blessed, a waterbender born under the Siren Moon that rises once every 88 years. His blessing is believed to be his unique and powerful healing abilities that he has coined “Wavesong.” However, his true gift is that of his prophetic dreams, glimpses of futures yet to unfold—and you just happen to be the subject of his recent visions.

PAIRING: Waterbender Jung Wooyoung x Non-Bender F!Reader

RATING/GENRE: M ; angst, fluff, eventual smut ; ATLA au, enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

WARNINGS: Minor POV switches

A/N: This story has been a long time coming. It is the second addition to my "Ode To ATEEZ" series and the first to my "Together in Harmony" series. I decided to split it into chapters because I believe it will flow better that way. I hope you enjoy!

LINKS: Ode To ATEEZ Masterlist | Together in Harmony Masterlist | Cross-posted on AO3

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Crossing the Desert of Eden is not for the faint of heart. It is one of the world’s greatest paradoxes, a place where nature's most wonderful and most dangerous creatures coexist in a delicate balance. Even the sand itself is an example of this—crystalline and beautiful, ever sparkling under the light of the sun, yet each granule is as jagged as splinters of glass. Without proper foot bindings, your journey cannot even begin.

Amidst the harsh landscape, pockets of life burst forth in brilliant defiance. Rare desert blooms dot the barren terrain with bursts of color. Some hold the power to heal, their petals emitting a fragrance that soothes both body and soul. Others are laced with deadly venom, capable of stopping a heart with but a single touch.

Sand serpents slither through the dunes, their scales nearly translucent, giving them the ability to blend in seamlessly with the landscape. One bite is all it takes for total paralysis to overtake you, rendering you incapacitated for mere minutes to hours at a time. Celestial birds soar overhead, searching for prey, their wings casting shadows on the ground below.

And even if you’re able to avoid those threats, blinding winds carry grains of sand like lashes, stinging skin, obliterating landmarks, and disorienting even the most skilled navigators. The desert swallows the unwary, erasing their footprints from existence.

It is in this very place that Wooyoung finds himself, accompanied by seven of his fellow benders. In normal circumstances, he would avoid a place like this at all costs, his sense of self-preservation persevering over the curiosity of what secrets the desert holds. But things haven’t been normal for a long, long time.

He feels like he’s been walking for days, his legs heavy and leaden. Despite his protective robes, the wind and sand have whipped at his skin, leaving it battered and raw. Just one look at the faces of his companions is enough to prove he isn’t the only one feeling this way. The only one who seems miraculously energized is their de-facto leader, Hongjoong. He moves forward with ferocity, a tinge of madness in his eyes.

To his left, Yeosang stumbles, nearly falling onto the sand below. Wooyoung reaches out for him, a second too slow, but luckily San reacts quicker, catching him by the arm. The exhaustion has begun to take its toll. Everyone comes to a stop, nervous energy flowing between them. Everyone except Hongjoong, that is. Seonghwa, the eldest of the group and the one with the most power after their leader, places a hand on his shoulder.

“We need to rest, Joong. Look at the kids—they’re exhausted. Yeosang almost collapsed.”

‘The kids.’ Wooyoung frowns, the endearment not sparking the same joy that it used to. Seonghwa and Hongjoong may only be a year older than the rest of them—two in Jongho’s case—but they’ve always referred to them that way. Wooyoung used to find it cute, often teasing them about how they acted like an old married couple. He supposes that the recent distaste for the nickname comes from the fact that Hongjoong hasn’t been the same ever since he told him about his dream.

It takes a moment for Hongjoong to comprehend what Seonghwa said, thoughts still elsewhere. Yet once his eyes find Yeosang, he immediately acquiesces, apologizing for not stopping sooner. His entire demeanor seems to soften, making him seem more like himself. Wooyoung already feels like he can breathe better because of it.

“Hopefully we aren’t too far from a Dweller community,” Hongjoong says, taking out his compass. “Let’s go.”

The Dune Dwellers are natives of Eden, having found ways to thrive in even the most unfavorable conditions. They aren’t particularly fond of outsiders, regarding any so-called adventurers as naive and stupid more than anything else. They often find the remains of the less fortunate, bodies lost to the sand. Dwellers are some of the only people who know how to navigate the desert and survive, but even they won’t wander into it aimlessly, searching for a treasure that may or may not exist.

Luckily, it isn’t long until they find one of their communities with Hongjoong’s guidance. Tracking their location becomes easier when you familiarize yourself with the signs the locals leave for one another, like a carving in a rock or some shimmering paint on a cactus. Things that are easy to miss when you don’t know what you’re looking for.

The town is small, cut through the middle by a bustling market area teeming with vendors trying to pawn off their goods. Wooyoung immediately feels some of his tension fade away, the lively environment making him feel more at home. You wouldn’t expect any place in such a barren landscape to be so full of life, but the Dwellers have a thriving community of their own despite their living conditions.

The sounds of haggling and bartering are music to his ears, and he quickly finds himself imbued with newfound energy, eager to start talking to people and fishing for information. Maybe he’ll be able to find some clues as to Pandora’s location, and Hongjoong can finally be appeased. He makes a quick plan with the others to meet at the town’s small inn at sunset before wandering off on his own.

The scent of spices, freshly baked bread, and cooking meat mingle in the air as he walks, making his mouth water. He stops at a stall selling juice made from prickly pears, kept cool by the waterbender who continuously refreezes the ice it sits upon. In exchange for a few copper coins, he buys a glass and greedily gulps it down.

He shivers, the cold drink a shock to his system in the hot, dry climate. It is both tangy and sweet and he hums, pleased, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and returns the glass to the merchant. Just as he goes to pull his hand back, the man grabs his wrist. Wooyoung's heart jumps in his chest and, though he tries to keep his composure, he is sure the shock shows on his face. Dwellers may not greet outsiders with open arms, but they’ve never shown any outward acts of aggression toward them before.

“What are you doing here, nakuto? You’re a long way from the Water Tribe.”

Wooyoung gently removes his arm from the man’s grasp, though he is no longer fearful. The term nakuto, a respectable term for ‘young one,’ brings back memories of his home and instantly puts him at ease. “How did you know I was a waterbender?”

“I don’t see many of my own kind out here; most are exiles from the Fire Nation or native sandbenders. Your necklace gives you away.”

Instinctively, Wooyoung reaches up, fingers caressing the delicate shells around his neck. He supposes it is reminiscent of the Water Tribe, but he’s worn it for years and barely remembers that it’s there. It was a gift from his brother, a good luck charm given to him when he left for the Fire Nation seven years ago.

The man continues, “Did something happen to your Tribe, boy? It’s not safe out here.”

“No, it’s not like that. I’m here with a group of other benders—we’re looking for the eternal library, Pandora.”

“Pandora,” the man scoffs. “A myth. You should turn back while you still can.”

“I’m afraid turning back isn’t an option. Come on, pakana. Surely you must know something.”

The man harrumphs, though Wooyoung can tell the use of the honorific pleases him by the slight smile that tugs at his lips. “You can call me Marok.”

“I’m Wooyoung.”

“Well, Wooyoung, there really isn’t that much information out there about Pandora; I probably don’t know much more than you do.” Marok creates a small stream of water from the melting ice, absent-mindedly spinning it around his fingers as he talks. “I’ll tell you what—go talk to ol’ Nadira. She’s a sandbender, and been here almost all her life. If anyone were to know something, it’d be her. Go west of town and look for a purple tent with yellow flags.”

“Thank you, Marok—I appreciate your help. Yui remoi.”

“Bayui jilok.”

Wooyoung nods, acknowledging Marok’s blessing, and starts to head west. The sun has begun to set, and he suspects he has less than an hour before he has to meet the others at the inn. Hopefully, whoever Nadira is, she’ll be cooperative. With the town being as small as it is, it doesn’t take him long to reach the outskirts, and the bright purple tent is easy to spot, a beacon of color amongst the sand. Just as he reaches the entrance, a girl pushes the flap aside, nearly bumping into him as she exits in a hurry.

“Sorry,” she mutters, barely acknowledging him as she rushes back to town.

The hair on the back of Wooyoung’s neck stands up. He doesn’t get a good look at her face, but her voice and white robes… He stops himself, shaking away the uncomfortable feeling of familiarity. Her eerie similarity to the girl he’s been seeing in his dreams for the past few nights is of little importance. He’s not trusting his visions ever again and will do whatever he can to avoid those uncertain futures. He quickly enters the tent, ready to get some answers so that he and the others can leave this town and the girl behind come morning.

You rush past the boy entering the tent, barely sparing him a glance as you hurry back toward town. Your conversation with Nadira was unsatisfactory, to say the least. She couldn’t tell you much more than you already knew, which is that Pandora is near impossible to find and even harder to get into, especially as a non-bender. It’s rumored to be buried far under the sand, sealed shut by an elemental lock. However, she was surprised by the map you carried with you, saying she hadn’t ever known there to be someone who successfully cataloged all of Eden. She couldn’t confirm whether or not the entirety of it was correct, though she did verify that certain locations lined up with her own knowledge of the desert.

You relax your steps, an exasperated laugh slipping from your lips as you realize you were practically stomping out of frustration. You take a moment to center yourself; as tempting as it may be to sell the map to the nearest street vendor, you’ve traveled too long and too far to give up now. Freedom is nearly in your grasp—you can feel it. You will claw your way to it if you must.

Double-checking that the map is secure inside your sling bag, you tighten the strap around your torso and head through the doors of the inn. The atmosphere is much livelier now that it’s late afternoon, with talking and laughter nearly drowning out the small band playing in the corner. The bar area seems to be where most people are congregating, chugging down mead and ale. The one serving maid is busy juggling orders from all directions, delivering filled mugs to rowdy drinkers who seem to enjoy cheering each other on for every sip taken.

As you weave through the crowded tables in search of a seat, you can’t help but notice a group of travelers that stand out from the crowd. You could sense their disharmony from a mile away—two members seem to be locked in a heated argument, heads close together as they speak in hushed voices. A few of the others seem to be playing a drinking game that involves making silly gestures and mimicking one another while one boy gazes off into the distance, lost in thought. Your interest peaked, you take a seat at the bar, right next to a man who has several empty tankards in front of him. He doesn’t seem too inebriated, but surely he’s drunk enough that his lips will be loose.

You place a few coins on the counter, ordering two drinks. You slide one to the man to capture his attention and nod in the group's direction, asking, “So, what do you know about the new guys in town?”

The man eyes you, scrutinizing your appearance. He must see something that he likes because he decides to indulge you, taking the ale in hand and relaxing further into his seat. “Heard from the barkeep that they’re some adventurers tryna find the library of Pandora.” He huffs and takes a long drink before adding, “A buncha fools.”

You bristle, wanting to defend them as their goal seems to be the same as yours, but you stop yourself, not wanting to discourage the man from sharing more information. “I see. Are they benders?”

He nods. “Yeah, far as I know. One of ‘em is apparently tryna get some information outta Nadira.”

You think back to the boy you saw entering the tent and curse yourself for not paying more attention. You could have talked to him, asked him why he was seeing Nadira, and proposed some sort of alliance. Winning one man over would be easier than winning over seven all at once. But alas, that seems to be your only option. Taking one last swig of your ale, you hop off the bar stool and give the man a two-finger salute.

“Thanks for your time—enjoy the rest of your night.”

He raises his mug and bids you farewell as you turn around, steeling your nerves as you march right up to the group of benders. One of the quarreling men who dons a head of striking red hair notices you first, his eyes instantly narrowing upon your approach. He slides closer to the others, almost protective in his movements, seemingly forgetting his previous argument.

“Can I help you?”

His voice is steady, laced with none of the heat you had expected. Instead, his words are cold, punctuated in a way that cuts you like a knife. However, you refuse to let him intimidate you.

“Yes, actually. I heard you were looking for Pandora.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Why is that of any interest to you?”

“I’m looking for it too.”

“And?”

You grit your teeth, his standoffish attitude grating on your nerves. The man he was fighting with places a hand on his arm and steps slightly in front of him, greeting you with a smile. You can immediately feel the difference in his aura, the gentleness radiating off of him. He is the water to the red-headed man’s fire. Perhaps literally.

“Sorry, Hongjoong is just a bit… on edge lately. I’m Seonghwa.”

He takes a moment to introduce each of the others before asking for your name in return. You’re surprised to find that they’re a pretty well-balanced group, with at least one bender for each element. That will definitely come in handy when it comes to the elemental lock. You almost can’t believe your luck; after all this time, maybe things are finally turning around in your favor.

Yunho, an airbender who was a part of the group playing the drinking game earlier, chimes in. “So, you’re looking for Pandora too?”

You nod. “That’s right. I think we can help each other.” You reach into your bag and wrap your fingers around the map. “You see, I—”

“Wooyoung!”

You’re interrupted by San, a dimpled firebender, who gets up to excitedly greet the missing member of their party; Wooyoung must be the boy you bumped into earlier. Now that you have a moment to actually look at him, you suppose that he’s quite beautiful, with a sharp nose and full lips. His hair is like nothing you have ever seen before—silver on top with blue ends, comparable only to how it looks when the light of the moon meets the sea.

Your lips barely part to greet him when he turns to you, eyes ablaze with hatred. “What is she doing here?”

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nonnienautskie · 4 months

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A sunny warm day!

Sit back in the pool as the water cascades over you, letting the cool and soothing waters wash away your worries. Feel the harmony of translucent waters and the peaceful rhythm of the day.

Have a great day everyone❤️❤️

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ruhorih4ra · 6 months

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*uncontrollable spanish crying* Hello! I finally finished another chapt! I always think of notes to add as I edit the story but I always forget them when I get here ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ.

We're getting closer to that one scene that made me do this long ass fic!! JAJAJA

I'm sorry for any mistakes and grammatical errors, this isn't as well checked as the others because me canso ganso (Yeah I know, can you imagine? God bless your soul if you read my mess 🙏🏻 JAJAJA).

(⁠　⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ 17!

Get out of my way 🌈

The sunset illuminated the place with a feast of colors, from orange to purple to the curtain of the night sky where hundreds of stars rested surrounding the moon, big and blue, bathing you in a bluish light. You raised one arm and touched a star with your index finger, it swung gently on its own axis. You stretched further, successfully caging the shiny object inside your fist. It was cold and solid but translucent and beautiful like a diamond. “It’s a cheap representation.” You said, amused.

Heat. You felt it in your hand, at first it was faint but soon became unbearable. The smile on your face disappeared as you whimpered, “Ouch!”, your hand opened and the star floated in front of you. The heat it radiated was violent and endless, it hit your face and moved your hair with its intensity. It was too hot and bright, and soon you were drenched in sweat. “Is it better now?” the jerk asked.

Before you could complain, the star became small only to get bigger in seconds, you didn’t have time to understand what was happening when a violent stream of dust blew in front of your face and forced you to close your eyes.

When you opened your eyes again, you were breathless. A mystical and beautiful scene, clouds of different colors mixing in perfect harmony with little sprinkles of white and blue lights and, at the center of said explosion was the cause of it. The Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor, smiling tenderly at you. “I can’t understand it.” He said. “How do you do it?” This time he seemed genuinely upset.

“How do you make the death of a star seem like nothing compared to you?”

Eyes like galaxies looked at you intently, as if you could disappear at any moment to never come back, he was trying desperately to memorize every detail. The scrutiny left you ashamed, and you averted his eyes. “Flatterer,”

You hadn’t seen him move, but there he was, cuddling with you like a cat, resting his head happily on your chest. Again, a second passed and he was no longer hugging you, instead his head laid on your legs. “Stop doing that Belphie, you’re confusing me.”

“Isn’t it the magic of dreams?” He laughed, breathing calmly. “Mc, would you convince Mephisto to let me in again, please? I promise I’ll just sleep beside you.” Belphegor’s voice sounded distressed. “You make them sleepy, Belphie.” You started caressing his scalp. “It’s their own fault. If they’re tired they should sleep.”

“Mephisto doesn’t think the same.” You laughed, imagining the demon’s face of disapproval and remembering how every time Belphie was around all the other students yawned every couple of minutes. “So, would you come back to the house of lamentation?” Belphie asked, unconsciously lowering his voice. When you remained silent, he added, not without sorrow. “Please?” “Belphie…”

“You’re always in the Newspaper Club and that rancid eggplant banned me and when you’re not there, you’re in Purgatory Hall and,” You finished his sentence. “Simeon banned all of you.” He straightened and nodded in annoyance. “Then you sleep and I try to meet you there but, you don’t let me.”

“I’ve been busy this past week, I always end up too tired to consciously dream. I’m sorry, Belphie.” You purposefully avoided the topic of going back to the house of lamentation, something you wanted but couldn’t afford, at least not now that everything seemed better. The demon looked at you with a mix of emotions because he knew what you were thinking and he knew it was a lost battle.

He took you for granted, he could blame Lucifer one time after another for forcing them to watch over Sc but nothing changes the fact that at the end of the day he decided to sleep. His sin won over him and hurt you.

Whether you forgive him or not, he couldn’t forgive himself.

“Are you eating well?” Belphie inquired, suddenly looking exhausted. “Beel wants to know.” Still surrounded by the remains of a dead star, you ruffled his hair and cupped his face with both hands. Taking Belphie by surprise, you kissed his ear and he yelped. “Hey! What was that?!” His face was one of complete annoyance but he was redder than a tomato too.

You kissed him again, a quick peck on the lips, it ended before he could enjoy it. “I’m fine! I promise I’ll come back!” You hurriedly said. “Wait! Don’t do that! It’s too soon!” Belphegor felt it too, the rush. The pressure that indicates you’re about to wake up, leaving him all alone, again.

He closed the distance and your lips touched, sweetness filled your palate as the demon embraced you once more. “I miss you, Mc.” He murmured. Your vision got blurry, but you focused on the demon before you and his longing reached you.

“You know something, Belphie? Neither the death nor the birth of a star can ever be compared to you.” The last thing you saw was a wide eyed Belphegor, blushing furiously and what looked like the beginning of a frown.

You opened your eyes to see a very elegant cane right in front of your eyes. The lines that decorated it twisted in a floral pattern you couldn’t stop looking at. Your fixation stoped the moment the cane was raised to gently descend over your head repeatedly. “This is no time to slack off, Mc.” Mephistopheles said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s too early to be tired, if you feel fatigued you should go, I won’t berate you, I’m not Lucifer.”

Something you had come to understand in the previous month was that Mephisto was a kind demon, cordial and more considerate than most of them. Surprisingly, he doesn’t acknowledge himself as such (not out of modesty but because a weird conviction that everyone acts the same).

“What time is it?” You yawned, looking around for a watch. “6 a.m.” Diaval answered as he passed by holding a stack of books. Everyone was always working non-stop in the Newspaper Club and the constant hustle and bustle of the members wasn’t rare, it actually gave you some comfort. “It’s too early for a human.” Mephisto said, you could tell there was real concern in his eyes, but then again, you didn’t know him well enough.

“You don’t know many humans, Mephis.” You stood up from your chair, massaging your sore neck. “Don’t call me Mephis.” He handed you a cup of coffee, sighing with too much feigned annoyance. Another thing you had learned about him, he’s just dramatic, he likes it. “Hmm! Thank you, Mephisto! You’re very kind.”

“There is no need to thank me, it’s simple courtesy.” He said and you wondered, genuinely wondered, how many times have you heard that from him?

A month ago, after deciding to move out from the house of lamentation, you had understood that put distance between the brothers and you wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought. You didn’t live with them anymore, but they started trying to make up for it in RAD, sticking to you at all times. It wasn’t easy, you couldn’t research anything regarding the Little D.’s when they were around and you found yourself cranky and anxious, something they assumed was their fault.

Those little demons could influence you, they could toy with you and your wounds were still fresh. Something like the previous disaster could repeat and then what would happen? Could things still be fixed? Who knows but, you wouldn’t take the risk. You needed time but the brothers were anxious, they knew you were hiding something and that not only pained them but also scared them.

It occurred to you that you needed a logical pretext, something that could give you a cover and a reason to keep the brothers away without arousing their suspicions. It had been a coincidence, really, to see Mephisto hiding in a bush spying on a drunk Lucifer.

You had received a call from Barbatos: “Lucifer’s too drunk to walk alone.” Bullshit, you knew what he was trying to do. Simeon let you go with no resistance too, his smile looking a lot like Barbatos’. You resigned without complaint and walked all the way from Purgatory Hall to the Castle.

“What are you doing, Mephistopheles?” You asked without trying to lower your voice or hide your form. The tan skinned demon jumped a little in surprise, his eyes grew wide before taking a finger to his lips. “SHHH!! I’m trying to find new information for… an article… that I’m writing.”

Your gaze alternated between Mephisto and Lucifer, the latter was talking to a tree, obviously drunker than you had ever seen him, and also unaware of his conspicuous stalker. “Are you writing an article about… Lucifer?” you asked, sending a text to Mammon with Lucifer’s state and location.

“Why would I do that?” He exclaimed, almost shouting. “Then, what are you doing following an intoxicated Lucifer at this hour?” It was a reasonable question, it was well into the night, so dark and cold that you had to maintain your own temperature using spells. Plus, you were close to Diavolo’s castle, and that gave you an impression of the situation. “I could ask you the same. Why are you here alone? Don’t you know how dangerous it is!?”

“Barbatos was the one who asked me to fetch Lucifer. I doubt he would ask me to do something without fully knowing I wouldn’t die.” You sighed, looking how Lucifer started to yell at the oak. “Excuse me, but it seems that I’m not able to follow you. Why would Barbatos do that?” Mephisto stood up from his hiding place, his notebook ready in his hands.

You massaged your temples. “He wants to force me to tell them the truth. He wants me to ask Lucifer’s help.” You thought. It was true, you knew Barbatos knew. Hell, you knew Barbatos knew that you knew he knew. It was driving you crazy this little game with the butler, it actually seemed as if he was testing you, curious to see what you would do. Now you suspect Simeon too, just perfect.

“I asked first. Why are you here? Are you spying on Diavolo?” Mephisto gasped, opening and closing his mouth like a hungry fish. “How dare you call him Diavolo? How disrespectful.” He shook his head, but even in the dark you noticed a rather big blush on his cheeks. “So that’s it? You were spying on the prince? I wonder what he’ll think of it.”

Mephistopheles felt defeated, any chance of denying it seemed futile when he looked at your eyes. At least he had seen Lucifer made a fool of himself, that was compensation enough. “I just want to reveal the truth! That new exchange student is hiding something! Lord Diavolo and Lucifer, they’re hiding something too! We, as committed students, have the right to know!” As Mephistopheles delivered his speech with tremendous flamboyance, you walked towards Lucifer, softly patting his shoulder, smiling kindly at his surprised and blushing face.

“I’d rather not know anything about it.” You spoke to Mephistopheles and met his gaze with a pair of wary (maybe even fearful) eyes. Mephistopheles knew at that instant, he could recognize that look because he saw it every day in the mirror. A feeling of understanding and empathy washed over him like a torrent of water. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” For a few moments silence reigned between the three of you until a very drunk demon broke it.

“Diavolo cheated.” Lucifer blurted out and pointed at the tree. “He turned into a tree. Trees can’t get drunk.” He said sternly. You quickly removed Mephistopheles’ camera out of the way, dedicating him a disapproving look. “The vice president of RAD is indulging in shameful activities. That needs to be known.” He simply said and you responded to him with a tired sigh. “I won’t let you, so do us a favor and just give up.”

“He’s mocking me.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “Love, he’s not Diavolo.” You stood in front of Lucifer, trying to cover the “wicked” tree. Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with devotion when he heard you, he smiled like a cat and hugged you like one too.

Mephistopheles couldn’t stop looking at Lucifer, he had never seen that side of him before. Sure, he had seen him make a mistake, taking a poor decision, indulging Lord Diavolo in a stupid activity, but this, this was on a higher level. He looked vulnerable, real. That… completely disgusted him.

“I guess he’s that drunk.” Mephisto murmured more to himself than to you, but you answered him anyway. “Yes, I wonder what happened.” Mephisto was sure he knew what the answer was, but he just nodded and imitated you.

He had to look at you twice to see if you were that dense. Maybe you were just pretending to not know the influence you had on the brothers, but one look at your face told him all he needed to know: you were a fool, a noble one.

Mammon arrived with a loud flap of his wings. First he looked at you and a foolish smile appeared on his face, said smile completely gone and replaced with a grimace when he noticed Mephisto, grimace that changed into a big smile and loud laugh when he looked at Lucifer. “Hahaha! Look at you, yar so stupid! I’m gonna take a photo and sell it to-” Mammon stilled and color vanished from his skin when Lucifer shot him a death glare. “Are you implying that I would have lost even if I were a tree, Mammon?”

Mammon’s mouth was slightly open as a frown made its way into his face. “Damn. He’s really outta it, right?” You covered up Mammon’s D.D.D. before he could take a photo. You spent a couple minutes making sure Mammon wouldn’t take any photos until the conversation ended and you stood engulfed in silence.

“I should go now.” He said, hesitantly. He waited a few moments for you to contradict him, a small hope he knew was futile. “Don’t worry, Mephisto will accompany me back to Purgatory Hall.” You looked at Mephistopheles but there wasn’t annoyance or any sign of resistance, on the contrary, he seemed to find it quite obvious.

As surprising as it may seem, the second brother had been really understanding about the whole ordeal, giving you the space you needed. Even if there were more crows than average around you. He was making an effort, even if he felt that his soul gets heavier every day.

“O-okay, see ya soon Mc!” The white haired demon didn’t move an inch, supporting his brother with both arms. “Maybe tomorrow?” In the background you could hear Lucifer’s slurred voice still fighting an imaginary rival. “Sounds good.” You walked up to them and gave them a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry and take care of Lucifer, okay?”

Looking somewhat renewed, Mammon nodded and gave you a quick smile before taking off, leaving you alone with a pensive Mephisto. “Must have gone wrong, then.” Mephistopheles said.

You couldn’t tell what Mephisto was talking about, so you turned a deaf ear and shrugged. You were not quite ready to tell anybody about how something like jealousy could trigger a spiral of horrible fights between you and the brothers. “I mean, the new exchange student plan.” He said, knowing he was pushing your buttons.

“As I told you before, Mephistopheles, I don’t want to know anything about it.” You walked without waiting for him. “What are you doing? It’s rude to turn your back on someone like that. You’re such a bad-mannered human.” After some minutes of lecturing and highly offended babble, Mephistopheles and you walked in comfortable silence.

Mephisto glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, you back was slightly hunched and your eyes seemed tired, the bags under them along with the dark circles were a proof. He knew something had happened in the house of lamentation, better said, something between you and the brothers (even Lord Diavolo seemed troubled too). Your interactions with them were few and honestly, a little forced. It was almost as your first year there.

The ex president of the Newspaper Club had seen you act like an… unstable human. More than once. Sometimes he saw you, angrily talking alone, throwing things at nothing and then laughing like a mad villain. But then again, maybe those attitudes were normal in humans? He doubts it. Your aura was different too, some days he could swear even some demons were frightened of it.

But now, looking closer at you, he could see that you were simply tired.

“You know, the Newspaper club has been pretty busy lately, we’re short of demons. Isn’t it your responsibility as a council officer to deal with those matters?” He said with an exaggerated tone of voice. You looked at him without turning your head. “Short of demons?” you repeated.

“I suppose a human will do.” He added, and you couldn’t contain the smile that spread through your face. “Our club is only open to a few, so you don’t need to worry about external distractions.” He continued with feigned seriousness. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Mephisto, but I don’t want to be a burden on you too.”

The demon didn’t miss the implications of your words, he just wasn’t familiar enough with you to take on the role of giving comfort. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody that you were spying on Diavolo.” You lazily added.

“I was not! How insolent can you be, human? I can’t believe your guts!” You laughed. Surprisingly, he didn’t find it annoying. He quickly came to the conclusion that your words held no malice. In fact, it was a pleasant sound, something he could get used to. “You work at our club and in exchange, you keep my secret.” He finally said as you arrived to the front of Purgatory Hall’s door.

He saw how your jaw clenched, unshed tears appeared in your eyes and distrust took shape like dust in your irises, just to leave as quickly as it had come. Finally, you nodded. “Sounds fair, Mephisto.” You smiled. He could have swear a small glint of your soul peaked through your eyes and dazzled him for a moment. Maybe that’s why those demons are so smitten with you.

Perhaps he should be careful too, for all he knows, you could be a spy from the angels. No, that would be stupid, they wouldn’t send someone as stupidly nice as you. “Thank you, really.”

Such sincerity shocked Mephisto, whose social circle was always so shady and wicked. He took his eyes off you, not wanting to be fooled by the gratitude in them.

“No need to thank me, it’s simple courtesy.”

Part 19??

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ratsoh-writes · 3 months

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Hey y’all! Meet grimmtale! My newest au!

Grimmtale, like most of the other AUs was underground before the crash, but unlike most AUs, the monsters were very happy to be there!

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, when drought dried up the surface leaving it uninhabitable, to save the underground lakes swamps and rivers, the monsters and witches of that world created a barrier protecting the underground from the heat above. Every entrance possible was sealed up and inside the earth developed a beautiful swamp like ecosystem where the people lived!

Over the years, monsters and humans alike developed and mutated to better fit their new home.

Humans, or the witches lost the color in their skin becoming a pale translucent blue-white color. Their hair thinned to the point where very few people grow any at all. And finally the witches of grimmtale have very poor eyesight, needing dark conditions to see at all, but have an amazing sense of hearing, touch and direction!

Every monster subspecies had changes too, each one unique to their respective subspecies. For example, goats have much thinner fur as well, and scaly hind legs as well as a snakelike tail. Slimes became extremely strong and are much larger than their counterparts with the ability to glow. And skeletons gained elongated forearms and prehensile tails as part of their mutations.

Monsters and the witches have lived in harmony for generations, with family covens ruling the roost underground. Humans from grimmtale have a longer lifespan due to generations of using magic. The typical witch from Grimmtale will have an average lifespan of 130 years, with the oldest (not soul bonded to a monster) living to 175. Half breeds and mages are very common as well making up a solid third of the AUs population.

The most lucrative business from the Grimms is potion making. These people will create concoctions that can have all kinds of temporary effects from painkillers, strengtheners, ones that change appearance, ones that have spell like effects, and even potions that can cause explosions!

After the crash, this au has been in charge of mapping the underground chambers of ebott. Around 3/4ths of waterfall in ebott contains the swampy terrain of the grimms old au, so the majority of their people decided to stay and settle underground. Many visit the surface though of course!

Between the 855 covens, they all voted and chose the Dreemur coven to appoint two representatives for the board of royals. After a month long series of trials, the twins, Gloom and Fog were chosen to take the vow with the rest of ebotts royals

Now meet the boys!

Thistle Wingdings: (Grimm sans)

Thistle is a stocky Grimm skeleton aged 58 and standing at 5’8 feet tall. He has a gim grey green magic and a very very deep voice with a gravely sound to it. By Grimm monster standards, he’s quite handsome but most surface skeletons would be nervous around him. He has a series of eyebrow piercings and one nose ridge stud

Thistle has a relaxed and calm personality. He loves to take life slowly, enjoying the little pleasures. He’s a huge cuddle bug, and affectionate with anyone who looks past his gruff face. Just a real sweetheart. If he isn’t smiling, he has a serious resting b*tch face. Despite his lazy attitude, he’s a very clean person and takes great pride in making his home pretty and nice smelling.

Thistle works with his parents growing various potion ingredients on their farm in waterfall. Most of the plants are pretty self sufficient leaving him and his family with a lot of free time. So to keep himself from getting too bored, he does a touch of mining on the side

Thistles magic weapon is a… pillow. Yes that’s right. It’s simply just a pillow conjured by magic. It’s very soft and comfy, and cooling! (And it can secretly cause cold damage if he wants it to)

Thistles secret ability is “early frost”. When he touches metal, stone and magic attacks, he can concentrate and freeze the objects through to shatter them, granted as long as they aren’t too big

Things he loves: cuddles, soft fluffy bedding, weirdly shaped rocks, toads and newts, the color navy blue, baked potatoes with tuna, herbal tea, Minecraft, making scented cleaning potions, pretty candles, echo flowers, goth music, human mythology

Yarrow Wingdings: (Grimm papyrus)

Yarrow is a crazy tall skeleton for grimmtale. He stands at 6’10, well above the average of 5’6. He is aged 49 and has a dull French grey magic. His voice is soft and low with a scratchy quality. He’s considered insanely handsome to other grimms but is a little creepy to surface skeletons.

Yarrow is a gentle giant. He moves carefully and with intention. He’s very meticulous about his actions, but doesn’t handle failure well when trying new things and can get frustrated easily. He has a keen sense of adventure and loves to explore. He’s a bit of a flirt and loves playful banter that doesn’t actually mean anything.

Yarrow works on his family’s potion ingredient farm. The plants are mostly self sufficient though leaving him and his family with a lot of free time. So to keep himself busy he also helps build passages underground for the miners.

Yarrows magic weapon is a grappling hook with four pointed ridges that clamp down when they hit anything! He has scary good aim with that thing!

His special ability is “frog hands”. Yarrow can stick to any surface and will scitter up walls and across ceilings as fast as if he was sprinting.

Things he loves: exploring new places, rock climbing, swimming, his pet toadstool bitty “warts”, the color blood red, classic horror movies, goth music, clams and mussels, herbal tea, Spider-Man, making strengthening potions, red roses.

Side characters

Gloom: Grimm Asgore, gloom is a grimm goat monster standing at 8’7. He has pitch black fur a deep red beard, white eyes and two small nub horns. He is a playful and gentle monster, but has a terrifying protective streak when pushed. He’s in charge of directing the mapping efforts of the underground and providing monthly updates of such. His twin sister and playful rival is Fog.

Fog: Grimm toriel, Fog is a Grimm goat monster standing at 8’7. She has a deep red fur, no beard and two large curled horns. Fog is a cheeky and mischievous monster. She has great skill in soothing tempers but is known to hold grudges herself lol. She is in charge of approving designs and locations for the underground highways and towns being built. Her twin brother and playful rival is Gloom.

Morticia Wingdings: formerly named Aster, she is the mother of thistle and yarrow. Morticia is a tall Grimm skeleton standing at 6’4 and has a dim grey magic. She’s considered bloody gorgeous by Grimm monster standards. A potion accident years ago left her with her neck permanently turned invisible giving her the appearance of a floating skull set atop her shoulders lol. Morticia is elegant and mischievous, loving a good laugh at some dark jokes. She loves her sons and is very grateful that they seem happy in ebott

Gomez Wingdings: the father of thistle and yarrow, Gomez is a large strong ogre mage with pitch black skin of ogre monsters, dull purple eyes, and no hair as is typical of the humans of his au. He is very happily soul bonded to Morticia. Gomez is a kind and goofy fellow who’s a total simp for his wife. He isn’t sure why his wife was so eager to take on the name Morticia after the crash, but he supports it. He loves his sons dearly.

Venom: Grimm muffet, venom is a small spider monster with a plum purple skin, thin black hair and adorable pale grey eyes. She’s aged 92 Venom is a close friend of thistle and yarrow and was their babysitter when she was younger. She is a popular potion maker specializing in potions aiming to help those with good hygiene. She buys most of her ingredients from the Wingding covens farm.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #worldbuilding #ratsohart #grimmtale

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mybeingthere · 9 months

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SEULGI KWON (b 1983) jewellery from silicone, pigment, plastic, thread and stainless steel.

Korean jewellery maker Seulgi Kwon forms silicone into thin, translucent objects meant to be worn on the chest or finger. The glass-like shapes are surrounded by colourful thread, pigment, and paper, which imitate the appearance of microscopic organisms. “At each stage of creation, cells change in form through growth, division, and extinction, creating order and harmony within nature,” she explains in her artist statement. “Using silicone, a synthetic material that can change in texture and transparency, I express the organic movement and shape of cells with their mysterious color and constantly changing forms.”

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literaryvein-reblogs · 6 months

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A List of "Poetic" Words

to include in your next poem

Ambrosian: Anything particularly delightful to taste or smell.

Amort: Spiritless; lifeless.

Apollonian: Harmonious, measured, ordered or balanced in character.

Ariose: Characterized by melody; songlike.

Aureate: Golden, gilded, brilliant or splendid.

Caliginous: Misty, dim, murky, obscure or dark.

Gossamer: Something extremely light, flimsy, or delicate.

Halcyon: Calm, quiet, peaceful or undisturbed (usually accompanied by ‘days’).

Inveigle: To entice, lure, or ensnare by flattery or artful talk or inducements.

Mawkish: Sentimental in an exaggerated or false way.

Motley: Being of different colors combined.

Nebulous: Cloudy or cloudlike.

Panacea: A remedy for all disease or ills; cure-all.

Pellucid: Allowing the maximum passage of light, as glass; translucent.

Penumbra: A half-shadow, or the edge of a shadow.

Puerile: Of or pertaining to a child or to childhood.

Quiddity: The quality that makes a thing what it is; the essential nature of a thing.

Quintessential: The purest, most typical or refined example of its kind.

Scurrilous: Something coarse or indecent in the language it uses; or, as the early lexicographer Samuel Johnson put it: ‘using such language as only the licence of a buffoon can warrant’.

Seraphic: Blissfully serene; rapt.

Serendipity: When a happy and unexpected discovery occurs by accident.

Slattern: A woman or girl untidy or slovenly in person, habits and surroundings.

Sylphlike: A slender, graceful woman or girl. One of a race of supernatural beings supposed to inhabit the air.

Vellichor: Refers to the appealing mystique of an old bookshop.

Sanguinolency: Something bloody or something related to blood.

If any of these words make it into your next poem/s or stories, please tag me or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!

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squid-ink-symphony · 10 months

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obligatory beach episode outfits

i am comping w how cold and miserable i am by drawing my favs in swimsuits

Some notes:

i don't think harmony can actually swim, hence the floaties

the see through stuff on harmony is plastic, but on f1sh it's just translucent fabric

Acht is rlly sensitive to the sun which is why she has the shawl, sunglasses, and hat.

I know logically inkfish can't swim, but even if you want to believe they can (i do cuz cute summer art is needed) i don't think dedf1sh would like swimming.

harmony gets freckles is she spends enough time in the sun

harmony is more likely to wear her hair in one large braid tied back when she is at the beach

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #dedf1sh #harmony splatoon #paruko #paruf1sh #f1sh and chips

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nestedneons · 1 year

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By Sandu

Prompt:

Around a emotional streamlined military construction massive ancient robot gorgeous Aliens movie mecha, dark gorgeous chromatic harmony pulp art chromatic balance frank frazetta translucent UFO engine, mechanical complexity, miner with giant astro robot front view examining the strange rocket engines, close up, helmet and gloves off on the side, tattoos on hands and face, punk style, happy, habitat in space, medical space station giant module, engine toroidal, massive, close up street view going to the sky, impressionism oil painting, armored spaceship, eerie Sandu Baciu style, mid day god rays, steven holl, detail textured, rectangular fields, extreme angle, pastel volumetric light at dawn, octane render, packed with hidden details

--q 2 --niji 5 --s 222 --style expressive

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bnhaobservation · 1 year

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BNHA Observations, speculations and assorted info: Todoroki Mansion (Part 4: Dining Room)

So, in order to write my fic, I spend much time observing canon scenes, comparing the manga and the anime version, take note of details, translations and info in them as well as finding out how are some things called.

Since what I noticed/speculated/found out can be of use for other fic authors I thought to share as well.

Resources:

Chap. 192 “The Todoroki Family” (轟家 Todoroki-ke) Chap. 249 “The Hellish Todoroki Family” (地獄の轟くん家 Jigoku no Todoroki-kun-chi) Chap. 250 “Ending” (エンディング)

Ep. 90 “Vestiges” (面影 Omokage) Ep. 105 “The Hellish Todoroki Family” (地獄の轟くん家 Jigoku no Todoroki-kun-chi) Ep. 106 “The Unforgiven” (許されざる者 Yurusarezaru-mono)

OBSERVATIONS, SPECULATIONS AND ASSORTED INFO:

The dining in the Todoroki Mansion is a washitsu (和室), which means "harmony room" but which is the name used to mean "Japanese-style room".

It's a room characterized by a tatami flooring (Tatami (畳) is a type of mat used as a flooring material in traditional Japanese-style rooms)...

and sliding doors, be they Shōji (consisting of translucent or transparent sheets on a lattice frame) or Fusuma (vertical rectangular panels often painted)...

....and, if the particular room is also meant to serve as a reception room for guests, it may have a tokonoma (床の間), an alcove for decorative items.

HOW ONE REACHES IT?

In the manga from the Genkan, taking the corridor on the left, though we aren't shown more about how to reach it...

In the anime it's possible to speculate it's reached always taking the corridor on the left but then we're shown you've to walk through the engawa...

We know that in the anime the Shōji door with a lower door panel of the room doesn't open on the open part of the Engawa because, outside of the door, we always see a closed corridor.

Natsuo takes the way on the right and then curves again on the right and then we'll see he has reached the engawa so we can assume that's the way one has to take to reach it.

It's a little harder to say if the same applies to the manga as what's behind the characters entering in the room is left white... but since the wall isn't drawn it's possible the room opens on the outside...

...but let's look at how the dining room is in details.

THE DOOR AND THE WINDOWS

As said before it's a large Shōji door with a lower door panel and some small Shōji windows above it.

In addition to the two small windows on top of the door, we've a marumado (円窓), a circular window with a flat bottom edge, on the left.

Outside the Marumado there's another corridor, which is probably not the engawa as we don't see it having round windows. By the way, that corridor lead to the Butsudan room, though it's evidently in opposite places in the anime and in the manga as Enji is walking in opposite directions to reach it.

On the wall opposite to the door, on the left, there's a Shōji window the Shoin (書院) with, below it, a power point.

The Shoin (書院) is considered a decorative window-style structure which is usually located to the left of the Tokonoma in formal ones (since the Todoroki one is collocated to the right I guess their own isn't formal). A Shoin with an overhang toward the porch area is called “Tsuke-shoin” (付書院), and those without an overhang are called “Hira-shoin” (平書院).

SIZE OF THE ROOM

In the anime is clearly of 12 tatami mats.

In the manga is harder to say but maybe it's 10 tatami mats?

WALL IN FRONT OF THE DOOR

As shown in the images above and as said before, on the wall in front of the door there's a Shōji window, then an alcove, which I'm not sure could costitute a Tokonoma as what's displayed in it is a television.

The anime also adds, hung on the wall on the side opposite to the window, a picture.

WALL ON THE RIGHT

As said before and as shown in the images before, on the wall on the left there's only the marumado window.

WALL ON THE LEFT

The wall on the left is the one of the Tokonoma. A formal Tokonoma structure is called Hondoko (本床) and consists of the following three parts: the Shoin (書院), a decorative window, the Tokonoma (床の間), an alcove and the Tokowaki (床脇), a space with shelves.

In the manga we've already seen that the tokonoma structure isn't a formal one as the Shoin window is placed in the opposite side. Let's focus now on the Tokonoma, which contains a kakemono (掛物 "hanging thing"), more commonly referred to as a kakejiku (掛軸 "hung scroll"), and a vase on the right. We can also catch a glimpse of a flower arrangement which should be in front of the scroll.

As for the Tokowaki, instead than an upper and lower cupboard with, in the middle some shelves, we've what seems to be a closet with a lower cupboard.

The anime instead went for a traditional Tokowaki.

It has in the middle a Chigaidana (違い棚) which is decorative shelves consisting of two different levels and two cupboard-like shelves with sliding doors placed above and below the Chigaidana, which are called Tenbukuro (天袋 "top shelf") and Jibukuro (地袋 "bottom shelf").

CEILING

The ceiling is a Japanese Saobuchi tenjō (竿縁天井 "rod edge ceiling") ceiling, a flat wood ceiling supported by narrow wood beams.

ON WHAT DO THEY SIT?

In the anime they're always sitting on Zaisu (座椅子) chairs, Japanese chairs with a back and no legs.

In the manga, when Enji comes home after beating a Nomu and when he dreams his family eating together they're all sitting on Zabuton (座布団) Cushions.

Only Fuyumi seems to be sitting in a seiza (正座) position (on her heels with her legs tucked underneath her). As she's a female her other option would be to sit with her legs tucked on one side. Males can also sit in a seiza position but the Todoroki males all seem to sit in agura (胡坐) position (cross-legged). Stretching the legs directly out in front of themselves is something one must not do so nobody does it.

The table should be a Zataku (座卓) table, a low, rectangular table suitable for sitting on Zabuton or Zaisu.

SEATING ARRANGEMENT

Seating arrangements is very important in Japanese culture: The guest-of-honor is seated upon the kamiza (上座 "Chief seat" or "seat of honor") which is typically situated farthest from the entrance. The middle of the table is the most honored position, and the second most important person is seated next, at his right, the third most important person at his left. When there is a tokonoma in the room, the guest-of-honor is seated in front of it. The host or lowest-ranking guest is seated closest to the shimoza (下座 "lower seat").

So let's give a look at how the Todoroki sit...

To make things simpler I made a scheme showing the floorplan of the dining room and the seating arrangement.

Enji, the family head, is always at the head of the table. I'll assume the first time they put him near the door because otherwise he wouldn't have been able to watch the tv.

The second time in fact, when the tv is not turned on, he's at the chair farther form the door.

The first time Shouto is placed at his right, which is the second most important place. It might be because Shouto is being a guest in a way, as he's temporally living at the dormitory, or it might be because this, in a way, remarks Shouto's status as Enji's heir, despite Shouto being the youngest.

The second time at Enji's right there's Bakugo, which makes sense as he's a guest. Technically the third most important place would be the one at Enji's right, but they've probably left Bakugo, Midoriya and Shouto all seated at the same side of the table so that they would be more comfortable. From what I could understand in theory in such scenario, Enji should have seated opposed to them, between Fuyumi and Natsuo (the middle place is the most important spot in this kind of arrangement), but this is no business dinner so I guess they didn't bother.

So the most important spot after the one Bakugo is having goes to Fuyumi's Enji's eldest child.

Interesting enough, when Enji came home from fighting the Nomu, that spot was given to Natsuo.

What's interesting to notice though is that the Todoroki's dining room comes with a problem.

Guests should be placed facing the Tokonoma but this here doesn't happen. In order to place Bakugo at Enji's right, they give their back to the Tokonoma.

That is unless Enji gives up his place as the head of the table and sits on the middle of the table between Fuyumi and Natsuo.

Now, Enji's dream in the manga.

The manga doesn't give us a way to figure out how the characters are placed in the room but the anime confirms the scene is seen from Enji's point of view as he enters in the room, so Rei and Fuyumi are next to the tv. In this arrangement, there's no spot for him and no head of the table.

In theory the most important person should be Rei, as she's the oldest (and she's placed far from the door)... which makes Shouto the second most important person again with Fuyumi coming third.

The anime added a dream sequence which has Rei seated at the head of the table but this time Natsuo would get the second most important place, then Fuyumi, then Shouto.

On a sidenote there's to say families might chose not to be so strict about seating arrangement and just go with what makes them comfortable so...

Still, to sum it up, manga and anime this time are pretty similar in how to represent the room, the biggest difference being merely how the anime, differently from the manga, decided to go for a traditional Tokowaki.

#boku no hero academia #Todoroki Enji #Todoroki Shouto #Todoroki Natsuo #Todoroki Fuyumi #Todoroki Rei #Midoriya Izuku #Bakugo Katsuki #bnha observations

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