#with those amazing deep orbs on her face

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Shout out to all people who’s eyes are brown

Shout out to all writers describing people with brown eyes

Y’all know that they aren’t fucking brown, right? They are whiskey pierced by sunlight. They are the last glimpses of the sunset. They are flowing honey, richly-brewed tea, translucent agate. They are perfect glowing orbs, crossed by the shadows of long eyelashes, in the sun, and fine, rich chocolate in the shade. Your eyes are beautiful; don’t make me look at another piece of writing saying that lame phrase, “her eyes were brown.” Her eyes weren’t fucking brown. Don’t undermine such a fair feature of someone’s face.

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anti-hero

poly bang chan x hero!lee felix x villain!reader | superhero au

genre: superhero au, fluff, angst

content warnings: implied past bullying, implied anxiety, it's fluffy as well though I promise

word count: 3.6k

summary: their paths were destined to meet one way or another. it just so happens it all goes down in a way chan least expected.

header by @writingforstraykids thanks for making this my love!!

for @miuracha I hope you enjoy my lovely :)

this was part of the make miu smile event which you can find here

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The villain of the city, it was fun for you until it wasn't. You yearned to wreak havoc upon those who always judged you, made you feel like a monster, to those who managed to pierce your heart with their disgusting words that had been thrown at you with such ease. That, was your origin story. Maybe in another life you'd be living in a small cottage outside the busy day to day life of a place which was filled with cars, buildings, noise, and more cars. You wouldn't have to fret over public appearances, despite your masked form, the 'Shadow' that haunted Seoul. You wouldn't have to pretend anymore to fight against your lover, the hero who had made everyone feel safe again, feel safe just because you purely existed.

Lee Felix. A ball of sunshine. No, literally, he could blind any foes with his bright, burning orbs, torching their skin, destroying their vision, with indefinite permanence. The 'Blaze' that could never be outshined by anybody.

Oddly enough, such darkness and lightness coexisting meant that the two of you were bound to meet, bound to fight, bound to be fated together.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

News reporters from several different channels were immediately sent out in their vans once they caught word of another fight between Shadow and Blaze happening in the center of the city. And soon enough they were met with quite a rewarding sight for their careers.

Shadow was sprinting as fast as possible, slipping into dark alleyways and cursing Blaze in her mind when he managed to invade her spots and shine light from his scarred hands in order to 'catch' her.

Not long ago, she had trapped some men in a bubble of darkness before she sweeped the streets and did the same to a woman around her age. Of course, citizens of Seoul were terrified, hoping not to face that same choking, suffering and horrifying feeling of being unable to move and left to hear all of their own thoughts. Her darkness was one that nobody would want to experience.

Enter Blaze, here to save the day. Per usual, he threw on his big smile and reassured scared crowds of people that they were safe when he was there, a slight sadness in his voice that went undetected.

There to capture the chase across the city, were helicopters filming from above, the whirring of the vehicles making Shadow smirk from beneath her black veil. What an amazing show they were creating. She skidded round the corner, her shoes leaving tracks of obsidian. Small pieces of tarmac flew up, scraping the backs of her legs. Blaze was only a few feet behind her. He was running at the speed of light, perks of the job. Keeping up the act, Blaze had freed the trembling victims of Shadow's wrath, and directed emergency services towards them. They'd be fine, in all due course.

Shadow panted as she came to a hault, finding herself in a dead end of the road, construction equipment and barriers up, stopping her in her path.

"End this now, Shadow," Blaze righteously spoke, projecting his voice so that everyone could hear him.

"End what? It's such a lovely day, is it not, my dear ray of sunshine?" Shadow cackled, dark storm clouds threatening to cloak the city in its grey, velvety blanket of gloom.

"You've caused enough chaos around here!" Blaze boomed in his deep voice, cutting through the clouds and letting spires from the sun creep through and soothe the dull of the city.

"Not quite," Shadow smirked, before moving her hands round in circular motions.

She summoned decaying vines, uprooting the concrete nature of man made civilisation, and introducing it to the lives that inhabited it. There were screams of terror as people got wrapped tightly, like they were being swallowed up by the grip of a cobra's coil. Fallen. Shaking.

"Not this again, she said she wouldn't do this anymore," Blaze sighed, before boosting his form up from the ground and propelling small flames towards the vines, breaking them apart and releasing more and more people from their encaged nightmares.

"Oldest trick in the book, sweetie," Shadow grinned widely, a black tongue sticking out past her lips as she teased the villain once more.

Oh how he wished she wouldn't tease him so much, but she knew he could handle it, he supposed, and he knew she'd be able to handle the actions he was about to take.

"Shadow!" Felix projected his voice once more, "you have terrorised this city one too many times!"

And with that, he blasted her a few streets away, making sure she had wrapped herself up in her elusive, shimmering cloak before he did so.

Screams of joys and cheers erupted around the city, people gathering around Blaze and praising him before he saluted them and vanished before their very eyes. He found where Shadow was immediately, hidden around an abandoned street where they knew nobody would see them. Or so it seemed.

"Y/Nnie, you ok love?" Felix approached the dark spot quickly, a grin appearing on his face when he saw the exhausted smile of his lover.

"That was quite the show," Y/N applauded her boyfriend before they embraced for a moment, her cloak slightly slipping off of her shoulders.

"You're telling me that? You trapped more people than normal in those dark bubbles, making me work harder you are," Felix chuckled and poked her cheek.

"Gotta switch it up?" Y/N shrugged, relishing the physical contact she had with Felix, appreciating his presence. It soothed something inside of her, made her calm.

"Who was it this time?" Felix prompted, wanting to know why she had trapped those certain people. Y/N always had a reason for these things, despite what the public view was. No one would believe that the villain thought carefully about who she targeted, why would they? They saw her as a reckless heathen who didn't belong anywhere.

"Well first, there was this group of perverted guys creeping on some teenage girls," Y/N began, her fingers stroking delicately over Felix's hands. He watched her explain with full attention.

"Mm, fair, ok, and what about that girl, she was like the same age as you, I swear," Felix wondered.

"Oh, her, ugh," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"You know her, love?" Felix tilted her chin up so she'd look up at him.

"Stacey Arnold, locked me in the cleaning cupboard at high school..." Y/N trailed off with a sigh. Black smoke lifted from her her hands covered in the same colour as she reflected on those torturous years.

"And...?" Felix rose an eyebrow, subtly switching the grips of their hands so that he could eradicate the air of her stygian darkness.

"Why does there have to be an and?" Y/N grumbled, still hesitant sometimes to reveal what had happened in her past. Hesitant to reveal what made her feel like a shameful being, a monster on the hill.

"There always is," Felix sang lowly, pressing his forehead against hers.

"She cut off a chunk of my hair," Y/N grumbled, kicking some stones.

"Oh no I love your hair," Felix pouted, pulling away to touch her hair and admire it.

"I'm starting to think my hair is so dry because of the heat from your hands when you're grabbing it," Y/N joked, teasing Felix about when he'd get all hot and bothered, like now, even when he was blushing.

"Wanna test that theory?" Felix leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers in the beginning of a much needed make out session.

Unbeknownst to them, was a man only slightly older than them, traipsing the streets of Seoul after the huge fight that had happened.

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Enter, Chan. He had been walking with a blue notepad in hand, pen balancing on his ear which held the weight of his clear lens glasses. Fluffy brown hair sat atop his head, a frown formed on his face as he began to think would a story of his ever get published?

Well, now he had a story alright, the city's superhero Blaze and Villain, Shadow, caught in a steamy situation.

That is, if his boss would ever believe it. He hadn't progressed as far in his career as he would have liked to, always being undermined as an apprentice despite his allegiance to the Seoul Life company for six years. Six years and he was miserable. The newspaper wasn't very popular anyways, the only way they'd catch attention would be with a controversial headline, one that sparked distasteful rumours. Well, at least he had one that would be telling the truth this time. He just hoped and prayed it would get accepted. His other articles hadn't been before.

"No, Chan, no one cares about these supposed musical injustices of artists having no rights over their own music!" his boss slammed down the typed out copy of Chan's story down on his desk in the head office. Deep wrinkles set on the man's forehead.

"People care! I care!" Chan insisted, a look of desperation on his face.

"I'm scrapping it, you need some sort of better story," his boss leant back in his chair, rolling his eyes.

"No, sir! Please don't! I really think it could-"

"Watch this, and learn," his boss's voice pierced through his apprentice's words, as he he promptly fed the shredder beside him with Chan's hard work.

"I'm sorry," Chan looked down, feeling guilty that he once again had not created a successful report for the company. He didn't even know why they kept him around anymore, probably just to collect the coffees and do the printing.

But upon this day, he headed to the top floor of the building and knocked excitedly on his boss's door.

"Yes? What is it?!" his boss called out, seemingly in a good mood until he saw Chan and frowned.

"I got you your coffee. And I've got an amazing story to go with it," Chan was firm with his words, determination and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"This better be good..."

"Another fight just happened with Blaze and Shadow-"

"I know this Chan, that's why I sent out the competent writers of this company to go and report," his boss sighed, sipping his coffee and hissing when it was still too hot on his tongue.

"Well I bet they didn't see the arch enemies of the city making out in a back alley," Chan grinned, raising his eyebrows up.

"Out of all the things I have heard..." his boss pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's true! Look I managed to grab a photo!" Chan pulled out his phone and showed evidence, causing his boss's eyes to widen.

"Well I never... I tell you what boy, we'll publish this, if you can get this story done in 1 hour we'll send it out straight away! We'll publish it online before the other companies can even think about speculating this sort of story. I think you could have us earning some good money here!" his boss, for the first time ever, smiled in front of him. And that was all the motivation Chan needed, all the motivation he needed to prove himself.

It had been 2 days since the article had been published. 2 days, since chaos erupted. Online, hateful comments were sent Chan's way, claiming he was some sick fantasist who conjured up some fictional idea that two prominent figures, although one of them very hated, were engaging in such interactions.

He felt like his life was over. And the company did nothing to defend his name, despite the fact that his boss had been so enthusiastic about the idea and what profit and benefits would come from it. Sure, they caught a lot of attention, but not the right kind. So much so, that they publicly fired Chan, and stated that he was no longer working with them.

For the first time since the publication, Chan dared to venture into the city for a bite to eat, a treat to ease his stress. It seemed, it was only more stressful for him than he could have imagined. It wasn't so bad at first, but then people started recognising him and soon enough he was swarmed in a vicious crowd of people hurling insults at him.

"You sicko!"

"This man thought he could make us read a fanfiction?!"

"What a disgrace to our country!"

"Blaze would never do that!"

"Get him!"

He was spiraling, wishing that the ground would swallow him up, or that he could go back to before he made that article and live the dull normal life he lived before. Anything better than all of this attention on him.

"Stop... stop... I'm sorry... I wasn't lying... please..." Chan cried. He begged. He needed saving.

Good thing this city has a hero.

Before he knew it, he was encompassed by a warm soothing light, blaze, you could say. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Then peace and quiet. His heartbeat that was racing slowed down, and all he could hear was the deep rumbling of someone's voice trying to calm him, and the sizzling of food frying in a pan. It smelt delicious. Perhaps this would be the bite to eat he had attempted to get.

"It's ok, hey, you're safe, don't worry, no one will know where you are, I've got you," the deep voice soothed Chan out of his trance, warm hands cradling his face and he opened his eyes to see a handsome, freckled man in front of him.

Holy shit. It was Blaze. It was Blaze that saved him?!

"Take a seat, I know, it's shocking, I'll sign your autograph later, yeah?" Blaze giggled, sitting Chan down on a creaky sofa, and wrapping him in a black blanket.

"Stop being so cocky, Felix!" a female voice called out from behind him, echoing across the room in the direction of where that divine smell was coming from.

"Give me a moment," 'Blaze', or Felix, whispered to Chan, stroking his hair gently before comically marching away. "Hey! It's not my fault people get starstruck around me!"

"Yeah, yeah! Just give the poor man some food, he's shaken up," Shadow laughed.

Wow. Her laugh was much different to when he had heard her before. It was sweet even. Who would have thought...

"Right, umm, sorry, here, eat up!" Felix fumbled over his words before handing Chan a steaming plate of ramen.

"Ow!" Chan sucked air through his teeth, wincing at how hot it was.

"Shit! Sorry! I forget how you normies are with hot things," Felix rushed, "here, use the blanket to cover the sides, won't be so hot that way."

And that's what Chan did. He used the dark blanket that had been wrapped around him to cover the bowl from scalding his hands, and took a bite of the ramen, doing a happy little wiggle at the taste.

"Told you my ramen was the best," Shadow smirked, arms folded as she leant against the wall in front of Chan, boasting at her lover.

"Never said it was bad," Felix shook his head, before turning to grab a plate of his own.

This was oddly domestic, Chan thought. No one would ever really think about the hero and the villain of the city cooking together, or having this playful, teasing bickering. It was sweet, endearing, and he longed to have that.

"Hey is that my cloak?!" Shadow put her hands on her hips, glaring at Chan and therefore sending shivers down his spine.

"Felix... Ummm, B-blaze gave it to me... I think... I'm not sure... It was all a blur to be honest... I-"

"Y/N, leave him alone. The poor guy was just calming down and now you've gone and freaked him out," Felix tutted, making Y/N realise her mistake and she dropped her intimidating look.

"Sorry... Hmm, well, I guess I'll let you get away with it, you're pretty cute," Y/N shrugged it off, making Felix smirk at her knowingly.

"Uhh, thanks? Umm thank you for the food! It's really nice! And, umm, thank you for, umm, saving me," Chan rushed out his words, making sure his appreciation was hung in the air for the couple in front of him to see.

"That's ok, Mr Journalist," Felix grinned back, taking a bite of his own lunch.

"Ah so this is the one who tried to expose us, hmm?" Y/N's face lit up in recognition.

"Ah yeah, that's me. I'm sorry, I just wanted to get a good story out," Chan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before pushing his glasses up.

"It's fine, and to be fair, I can't even get mad at you, at least you were truthful," Y/N nodded in understanding.

She really had a much warmer heart than Chan could have ever anticipated. She was being so kind to him, so was Felix. He didn't expect it, and so, he put that down to the reason why tears welled up in his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Hey, it's ok, really, don't get upset," Felix put down his food to stroke Chan's back.

"It's just... things will never be normal again, everyone hates me," Chan sniffled.

At that moment, Felix glanced at Y/N to help out.

"Oh sure, I'll help, I can relate," Y/N nodded, hyping herself up to comfort Chan as she sat on his other side and took his hand in hers.

"I-i don't know what to do," Chan's voice cracked

"You can stay with us. No-one will be able to seek you out, ok? And soon you'll be able to return to normal everyday living, people will forget about it, I'm sure. You've got us now, ok?" Y/N spoke softly, hushing Chan's cries.

"Really? I-i can stay here?" he was astonished at the idea but he had no other choice. Plus, they had been so welcoming so far.

"You can. I mean it. As long as you don't spill food on my cape again," Y/N wrinkled her nose and rubbed away at the mark.

"Oh sorry! Umm, well, please, I'd like that," Chan nodded, and Felix wrapped an arm around him to offer further comfort.

"We've got you," Felix spread warmth around Chan's body, creating this fuzzy, happy feeling.

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1 year later, and Chan was still living with the couple. But things had changed, quite massively. Not long after he had began living with them he noticed many different things, ever so observant as a past journalist. The lingering hands, the kisses on the head when they thought he had fallen asleep, the invitations to cuddle them in their bed.

When he confronted them about it, after gathering the courage to, both Felix and Y/N were very frank about their feelings, despite the latter being slightly embarrassed that she had been caught out in her tender actions. After all, Y/N had quite the reputation to be cold and unloving, but Chan knew that very day be met her, that she was the complete opposite. And to him, Felix was different from his heroic persona too. Sure, he had his arrogant moments, but it was only ever said in a joking tone, and that warmth that he had seen in news broadcast footage, translated emotionally too. They were his support. His lifeline. And he'd be ever so thankful that he found them. They even helped him find his new hobby, one he was excited to make money about.

"We're back!" Felix and Y/N called out as they entered the apartment, both of them panting. From staging another fight scene, not anything else, you pervs.

"In here!" Chan yelled out happily, sat in front of his computer.

"Hard at work I see," Y/N kissed him on the forehead, resting her own head on his shoulder to snoop at what he had been working on this time.

"Wow, you've written quite the story there, love," Felix stroked Chan's hair as he squinted his eyes to see what was on the screen.

"Yeah, well, someone paid me ₩200,000 for a commission! Insane I know!" Chan breathed out a laugh, happy that his new job could bring money into their home together.

"What's it about this time?" Felix queried with genuine curiosity.

"Well, ok, so they wanted me to write an imagine where Blaze and Shadow were best friends at school but got separated after moving different countries. So it's got this friends to lovers, reunited trope going on," Chan danced in his seat happily as he explained to his boyfriend and girlfriend about what he was writing.

"You and your fanfiction, ey?" Y/N laughed fondly, rubbing Chan's arms.

"Well, if you can't beat them join them," Chan laughed back, "plus it's fun writing these made up scenarios, especially when people want to insert themselves into the story. I know I've got the real thing. I'm so lucky," he rambled on.

"Yeah, and soppy," Y/N pulled his chair away from the computer.

"Hey! I like the compliments, tell me more!" Felix sat on Chan's lap, dragging Y/N on top of him awkwardly as they shared giggles, stories and kisses about how their days had gone.

It certainly wasn't how Chan expected his life to go. But he wouldn't exchange it for anything now that he got a taste of love, and pure compassion.

Felix was the light that shone down upon him and saved him that very day. And Y/N was the shadow that was always there for him, no matter what. It made sense didn't it? After all, such darkness and lightness coexisting meant that there had to be a third in between the two, otherwise one would feel lonely without the other.

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It’s only been a month-and-a-half, but I finally got a chance to watch another episode of The Bad Batch for my rewatch. So! Long, rambling, mildly nonsensical thoughts on TBB, Season 1, Episode 2: “Cut and Run:”

1. This is one of the episodes my brother has seen—he’s seen up through episode 8—and he doesn’t like it. He told me that this is one of the “bad” episodes, but rewatching it I just…I can’t agree with that. It’s not a big action packed set piece, sure, but it doesn't have to be. It's a good little episode that succeeds at what it’s trying to do, and sets the stage for the story moving forward.

2. The FONDNESS on Echo’s face as he’s looking at Omega all tired out after going through the ship I CAN’T. Also, I love how the discussion Echo and Hunter have about Omega, and Echo asking what in the world they’re going to do with her, is the first bit we see of the way Hunter and Echo are going to bounce off of each other. Hunter makes decisions, Echo asks questions and prods at whether they’re the right decisions, Hunter bounces more ideas off of Echo, and so on. It’s a dynamic I adore and I’m excited to revisit more of it.

3. This is a random background thing, but clouds in the background as the Marauder lands near the Lawquane farm are stylistically different than the clouds are going to be later on in the series. They’re very painterly here, but later on they’re going to be a little more realistic. I think it’s just one of those things that developed over time. Maybe. I kind of want to keep my eye on it.

4. Speaking of clouds, it is kind of interesting that there is that thunderstorm that’s building a few minutes after they land, which Hunter notices, and then Cut mentions the storm that’s coming (referring to the Empire) later on, and then the storm thing doesn’t come up again later in the episode. It might just be one of those things where there was a scene that got cut after the boarding process, but they didn’t revise the earlier parts of the episode script, but I also want to keep my eye on the storm motif through the rest of the series to see if and when it comes up again, and if there’s any kind of pattern. There probably isn’t, buuuut this hiatus is going to go on for a while, so. Ya know.

5. JUST FEEL THE GRASS, THE DIRT, JUST LIKE SHE DREAMED THEY’D BEEEEEEEEEE

6. Okay, but, I genuinely love Omega’s reaction to stepping out of the ship onto Saleucami, and how it contrasts with the rest of the batch. They’re all on alert, business as usual, and Omega’s so, so excited to be there. She’s wowed by dirt. She’s never seen anything like it. I love the little detail of her taking a deep breath of the air on this new planet. She’s probably never smelled air that didn’t smell like salt and antiseptic (this is just me, but I sort of imagine Kamino smelling a little like a hospital). She’s never stood on ground that wasn’t plastoid or durasteel or whatever Kaminoan floors are made of. She’s probably never seen so much color in one place or had a chance to run after a space butterfly or do much of anything. She’s so small and everything is new and she’s so excited for this big new adventure and nothing bad had better ever happen to her (and now I'm crying in Star Wars).

7. Another background thing, but what are these?

What are these crops? Is this space corn? Corn that’s just one giant kernel? Orb corn? Corb? Wookieepedia doesn’t say (as far as I can tell) and I know this is silly, but I want to knooooooow.

8. Tech’s little smirk as he says, “Why not? We’re all deserters now,” to Echo gets me every single time. Man just does not care about breaking the rules.

9. Regarding the Lawquane’s booby trap: One, the way that Wrecker immediately starts blasting is just…I don’t know. There’s something sad about how jumpy he is. Second, is the booby trap to keep local wildlife away, like the nexu, or unwanted visitors who might be looking for Cut?

10. Suu looks AMAZING in her new outfit (I'll admit I didn't love the monokini and chaps look for her), and Cut. Cut. Why? Is your facial hair like this?

11. I love Cut and Suu. I love Cut and Suu so much. Healthiest couple in the entire galaxy far far away, I swear. And I love their silly matching pun names.

12. Wrecker is SO DANG HAPPY to see Jek and Shaeeah and they are so happy to see him I can't. Wrecker is so soft with kids. It kills me.

13. Jumping off of that, though, there's a wonderful little untold story here with the CF99 and the Lawquanes. Because they don't just know Cut, who they could have theoretically met before Cut deserted or before the war even started, they know the entire family. And they know the entire family well enough that Wrecker's "Uncle Wrecker" and that Cut immediately asks about Crosshair and why he's not there, knowing that the most logical answer is that he died; Hunter's one-on-one conversation with Suu is just as casual and familiar as his one-on-one conversations with Cut. I don't think it was Rex who introduced them, because Echo didn't know about Cut until this episode, and Echo's got a much longer and closer history with Rex than the rest of the batch have; if Rex didn't tell Echo about Cut, he probably didn't tell CF99 either, meaning that Hunter and the rest probably met the Lawquanes independently.

And, on the one hand, I neeeeeeeeeeeed to know how they all met. Did they meet Cut when they were cadets and then Suu later on and then both of them and their kids all together later on? Did they just wander across the Lawquane farm while stationed on Saleucami? Did Suu help train clones on Kamino (she's a really good shot, after all), and is that how she met Cut? Did she meet CF99 that way? Did they all collectively help Cut desert? But, on the other hand, I don't actually want to know the story. I like that these people have history to which we're not privy. It helps them exist outside the bounds of the story and feel a little more real.

14. It's nice that Echo practically jumps to ask about Rex after Cut brings him up. It sets up the way Echo's going to go off with Rex's group later on, sure, but I think the reason Echo gets so excited here is because this is the first indication he has that ANY of the other clones he knows escaped the programming they talked about last episode and left the Empire. And the fact that it's Rex specifically…. It's a little bit of hope and normalcy he can cling to in a pretty awful situation.

15. "Where's Crosshair?" "It's…complicated." Yeah, I'll say. (Exhibit A of Hunter having to be dragged kicking and screaming before he will talk about a n y t h i n g I am putting him in a salad spinner)

16. The way this first conversation in the Lawquane home goes from Crosshair, to Rex and the "behavioral implant" he brought up to Cut, and then directly to the inhibitor chips is interesting, because it kind reinforces what we already know about Crosshair's situation from episode one--that he has a chip, that it activated, that his chip was turned up to eleven--while also emphasizing the fact that the rest of the batch doesn't really know or understand what that means. Even Tech, who just kinda sussed out that the chips exist because obviously the Kaminoans modified clone behavior and obviously that's how they did it, and who absolutely suspected that Crosshair's behaviour in "Aftermath" had something to do with the programming (the way he looks up at Crosshair when he says he "can't be certain" that they're immune), doesn't seem to one-hundred percent get what it means and how little choice a clone with an active chip has.

17. Omega knows about the chips because she grew up in Nala Se's lab. I want to know what else she knows (because she knows a lot she doesn't talk about).

18. The writers/animators/board artists/showrunners absolutely nailed the way a kid who hasn't been around other kids much hesitates around them with Omega here.

19. Hunter smiling after Omega as she goes out to join the other kids and then being surprised to see Cut and Suu watching him be all fatherly gets me every time. I love how pretty much half the conversations they have with him are basically just, "You're a dad now! Congratulations!" "What? No, I'm not." "Sure. Keep telling yourself that."

20. Jumping off of that, this episode is absolutely crucial for Hunter's development. Half of the reason Hunter is the way he is through the rest of the series is because he spends this episode watching Cut and Suu (especially Cut) and everything Cut does, and then, when Omega stays with the bad batch at the end of the episode, spends the rest of the series desperately trying to be like Cut. And, in some ways, that's good. He's gentler with Omega, more understanding of the fact that she's a kid, trying to keep her out of danger and allow her to have a childhood, putting the family he still has first, trying to leave their old lives as soldiers behind as much as possible, etc. But when he inevitably fails to be Cut, or to be a parent the exact same way Cut is, because he's a different person and his situation is completely different than Cut's is, he starts shutting down, because he can't cope with the failure. And that runs headlong into the way he feels he's failed as a brother AND as a leader, and so by the time we get a few episodes into season two Hunter is deeply depressed and visibly unwell. (Hey, another parallel between Crosshair and Omega--Hunter probably feels like he's failed both of them.)

21. Another reason I'm going to take the word filler and put it on a shelf where people can't reach it as far as this episode is concerned is because this episode is the first time we get a hint of how the rise of the Empire is affecting regular people. Not clones, not jedi, not former republic officers, not Kaminoan politicians, not freedom fighters--just regular people trying to live their lives. The way that the Empire is setting up the chain code system, regulating travel, clamping down hard on remote planets and former separatist worlds (Saleucami changed hands several times over the course of the war), all told through the story of CF99 helping this one family escape and get to safety, is an important story to have early on.

22. Aaaaand jumping off of that, I love how Hunter's focus over the course of this episode shifts from laying low and learning how to hide to, "Okay fellas, we are getting Cut and Suu and the kids out of here even if we have to blast our way out." And I know Hunter's going to hesitate to help people out more and more as the series goes on, but this is a pattern we're going to continue to see. The bad batchers aren't really heroes in a traditional Star Wars sense; with the exception of Echo, who has to leave the group to do it, they're not fighting the empire head on or trying to overthrow tyranny, not directly. But they do help out in small ways, usually a person or a family at a time, usually helping them escape a bad situation, and that's not nothing in a galaxy where the empire exists. I sort of wonder if this isn't pointing to where the batch is ultimately going to end up. They might not be freedom fighters or rebels in the end the way Rex and Saw are. Maybe they'll just be focused on getting people--clones, families, maybe even surviving jedi--to safety. Maybe they help organize something like The Path. Maybe. I guess we'll see, eventually.

23. Oh gosh this is getting long. Are you surprised, though? (Still sorry, though. Not sorry enough to pare it down, but still sorry.)

24. The kids immediately go to Suu for help when the nexu attacks, and it's great. Also ECHO'S AND TECH'S FACES when Omega almost gets hurt and Wrecker asking if she's okay I love how much they already care about her 😭

25. The way Echo goes from being completely flabbergasted by Tech's plan to get the ship impounded on purpose, to being completely for it, to being real snarky about it once things start going wrong sends me every time. I mean. I know, I know we all joked about how Echo would disapprove of the riot race in "Faster" if he'd been there, but you know what? No. Hunter would have shut it down if he'd been there, but Echo? It would have gone like:

Tech: I will be the racer.

Echo: GOOD. FUCK 'EM UP, TECH.

Later on, during the race

Echo: This is suicide! I can't believe you thought this was a good idea, Tech!

Tech, calmly going 200 mph: You also thought it was a good idea, as I recall.

Echo: I think it would be a good idea for you to shut up!

Anyway, I love their banter.

26. So…Tech made enough counterfeit chain codes that there was one for Omega, meaning he knew Hunter planned for Omega to leave Saleucami with Cut and Suu, and that Echo may have known as well (even though Hunter clearly didn't include Wrecker in the conversation), and that he planned on taking the chain codes to Cut and Suu himself. Meaning that he was probably also planning on taking Omega with him when he took the chain codes over so that she could leave with them. And Omega ran off and took the chain codes to Cut and Suu before Tech could, of course, meaning that that didn't happen, but I really want to know how the conversation would have gone if Tech had had to tell Omega to come with him on the code run. I mean.

Tech: I will need Omega to accompany me to the departure site.

Omega: Me? Why? Do you need me to get into a crawl space on a super secret mission.

Tech: No. You need to be at the transport because you are leaving Saleucami with Cut and Suu.

Omega: Aaaaaand all of you, right?

Tech, who mentally signed the sibling adoption papers the second Omega said she wanted to sit with them in the cafeteria scene in "Aftermath" (I will die on this hill, he does not stop smiling at her after that): Nnooo….

Omega: ….

Tech: I assume Hunter told you.

Omega: starting to cry

Tech, on the comms: Hunter. Omega is crying, Hunter. She is upset about leaving. Hunter. What do I do? Hunter?

(This is probably, in retrospect, why Tech apparently didn't tell her, either.)

27. The poncho and the floppy hat was such a good look for Wrecker. (Also, the audacity of having Wrecker bonk his head on that pipe in the background. I know it's a funny reference to Jango doing it in AotC which is a funny reference to that one stormtrooper in A New Hope, but it still fills me with dread.)

28. Shout out to Cut and Suu. Cut's technically a wanted man, they're escaping Saleucami by the skin of their teeth, they're about to be refugees, they've got two kids to look out for already, they have an uncertain future, and when Hunter asks them to take Omega they're instantly okay with it. They're ready to take in another kid simply because that kid needs to be taken care of. And THEN they talk to that kid and ask what she wants (we don't see this happen, but it's heavily implied), take what that kid actually wants into account, and let her go back to where she wants to be. They are the best and I love them.

29. The character animation on Hunter during the scene where he tells Omega that she's going with the Lawquanes is so, so good. Just. The way he can hardly look at her, the surprise when Omega says she wants to stay with the batch, the way his face hardens when Omega looks back because he's trying to hold everything in and the way Omega interprets that as Hunter wanting her gone even though he absolutely wants her to stay and just thinks he's doing the best thing for her--I want to bake the character animators cinnamon rolls and give them all a million dollars each. (Also an aside--this fits into a pattern of Hunter often doing what he thinks is best for his family rather than doing what he wants, and what he thinks is best often being different than what might actually be best.)

30. Another silly aside, and I didn't notice this until this watch through as I was looking at Cut stand next to Mr. Dorito, but Cut kinda has a little bit of a tummy. He's not fat, but he's definitely a little thicker around the middle than, say, Rex or Howzer. He's got a bit of a dad bod and it's honestly really nice to see a person gain a little weight while living a life they chose and clearly love.

31. I'm. I'm feeling a certain kind of way about Omega immediately assuming that she did something wrong and that the rest of the batchers don't want her around because of it (it's not just Hunter--when Tech and Echo react a little tersely to her being on the Marauder when it gets impounded she seems to assume that they're angry with her even though they're not), and Hunter getting rid of her (from her perspective) is some kind of reaction to that or a punishment for it, and it's not a good sort of feeling. Especially in light of the theories that Nala Se sent Emerie to Hemlock for some reason. I'm also feeling a certain kind of way about Omega losing her brothers once already as a very small child and losing them again at the end of season two and almost losing them in this episode because Hunter tries to send her away and. Just. Let this kid have her family, please. (This is another narrative reason why Tech has to be alive, btw.) (Also, I love the way that Hunter apologizes back and says he's got a lot to learn when Omega tries to apologize for "messing up.") (Also also the way Omega looks at her headpiece after she takes it off, complicated emotions are happening and I am really interested in her relationship with Kamino.)

32. "If this is where you want to be, then this is where you'll stay." 😭😭😭 I'm screaming because. I mean. What Hunter tries to do in this episode is exactly what Crosshair tells him to do with Omega in "Return to Kamino." And, on paper, Crosshair's right; living with fugitives in constant danger isn't a good life for a child. But being with her brothers no matter what is what Omega wants, and, after "Cut and Run," Hunter never stops taking Omega's choice here into account.

[yeosatinyngz]

hi, i'm baffled- you're so talented and friendly! happy anniversary, i hope i'll get to see you around for even longer! <3

for your amazing event, may i have mitsuya takashi with the prompt 16. “you two make such a cute couple.” “we’re not a couple.”?

(i don't mind who's speaking, feel free to choose it yourself!)

have a stupendous day/night and take care!

Hi! Omg stop, you’re making me blush and shi- you’re so sweet! I got you covered bestie. Thank you so much and I wish you to have the most fantastic day/night, take care of yourself!

#16: “You two make such a cute couple.” “We’re not a couple.”

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You have always admired Mitsuya, he was in your eyes the embodiment of a perfect human being. You joined the sewing club solely because he was the president and it meant you got to see him more. Your decision to join his club was one you didn’t regret as not only did you learn how to sew but you were able to become good friends with the lilac haired male.

After the club was finished you headed home with Mitsuya’s company as usual, which was what you always looked forward to. While you both were walking, an old lady in front of you guys fell and dropped her bag causing her belongings to spill onto the sidewalk pavement. You both hurried over to her side and helped her up. Mitsuya helped support her to keep her steady on her feet while you quickly crouched down to pick up her stuff and swiftly shoved them back into her bag.

Standing back up you handed her bag back to her, “Here you go ma’am.” “Oh thank you both so much, you are good kids.” You both just told her that it was not a problem at all and that you guys were just doing the right thing. She gushes at you both, “You two make such a cute couple.” “We’re not a couple” You quickly interjected. The woman was surprised but quickly added, “I’m rooting for you two” before she waved a bye to you both and went on her way.

You guys then continued walking but Mitsuya was deep in his thoughts. You were calling out to him until he finally snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh, what’d you say?” He asked. “I was just asking if you wanted to grab a bite to eat, what are you thinking about?” There was a moment of silence where he contemplated if he should just come clean or not, “Back then, why’d you deny we were a couple so quickly?” Shock was visible on your face, why was he asking you this?

“Well I just thought it would make you uncomfortable since someone as perfect as you would probably take great offense as to being seen as my partner.” Now it was his turn to be shocked. “What? I would never take that as an offense, rather I see it as a miracle.” You search in his eyes to see if he was lying or not and all you saw was pure genuine reflecting in his lavender orbs. “Was that a confession?” “I guess so, I wish I prepared a better one though but I want you to know that I’m not perfect, you are, you’re perfect for me.”

You smacked your hand over your mouth. Even after hearing those words coming out of his mouth, you still couldn’t believe it. Seeing you frozen in place Mitsuya wondered if he said anything wrong. “Uh Y/N, you ok?” You finally blinked after unconsciously staring into the void. “No- yeah, I’m just beyond shocked. I like you a lot you don’t even know.” “I’m glad to hear that cause I like you a lot too and I hope I conveyed that clearly.” You smacked your hand over your mouth again, internally screaming from how he was the sweetest guy ever to exist on this earth and how you will love him till the end of time.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

In My Dreams.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Actress reader

Requested: No.

Warning: augst, mention of sex, time skips, mutual pining, infidelity, sad ending.

A/N: I made the moodboard, this was longer than I intended.

You knew you were doomed when a good friend of yours; a director, came to you with the idea of a romantic film starring Elvis Presley. He said he couldn't think of a better actress to play in his movie than you, at first you wanted to say no but he was there when you made it big and you were there for him when he did. So you nod, smile on your red-covered lips. "Thank you, babe!" John cheered, a bright, real smile on his face. You could do it

.........

'I can't do this' runs through your mind as you watched Elvis laugh and smile with another actor as they go over his lines across the set while you get your makeup done, it was like you couldn't look away, he was so enchanting.

"Done." Vida, your makeup artist exclaimed, reaching to get a mirror "Here Honey, Look." You hesitantly break your gaze to look in the mirror. You looked so beautiful, it almost seemed like you weren't even wearing makeup. " You've done it again Vida, genius." You complimented her, making a happy giggle come from her.

"GET IN YOUR PLACES!" Yelled John in his director seat, you straightened your open light blue nightgown robe and the short nightie under before you walk onto the fake balcony. You take a deep breath and closed your eyes, letting yourself become your character.

"ACTION!"

Your eyes open to stare at the beautiful starry night, the moon lighting up the sky and casting its glow upon you. You hear footsteps stop at the glass door to the balcony, a Southern voice filled the peaceful silence. "It's dangerous bein' so close to the railing," Elvis says and you turn to look at him, one hand still on the railing, hair flying to the side as the light Breeze flows through it. " Maybe I like danger." You reply, watching his every move as he approaches you "Danger or dangerous men?" Elvis asked in a whisper as he trapped you between him and the railing he stares at your lips before his orbs suddenly flickered up to meet yours, his face oh so close.

Your heartbeat picks up, "Why don't you find out" You whisper back, feeling one of his hands sneaking up to hold the back of your neck. He pulls you into a kiss of passion and dominance, your tongues fight to win. Fireworks filled your chest as the kiss continued, his free arm pulling you into his whole being.

"AND CUT!"

Elvis and you slowly pull apart, both breathless and gazes filled with desire. "You did amazing (N/n), As always." John smiled as he jogged up to you." (N/n)?" Elvis questioned with a stern smile and an unknown emotion in his eyes as his stare switched from you and John, once he had reached you two.

"He's my friend" You explained as the tension in the air grows thick. Elvis hummed with his hands on his hips before he walked to his trailer. 'That..was..something' your thoughts trailed off as you hurried to your own trailer, leaving John med-talk. You had to get ready to fly to the next destination.

.......

You look out the window out, the African savannah passes by, flashes of green, blue, and orange meets your awestruck eyes. A soft thump sounds beside you, someone filling the empty seat "it's beautiful, isn't it?" You beamed not looking at the person "Real beautiful." the voice of your dreams agreed, and you looked to Elvis to find him not even looking out the window but at you, he was looking so intensely.

Letting out a small nervous giggle, you stare at your lap suddenly feeling shy under those powerful blues. " Tell me about ya, I wanna know who I'm workin' with" Elvis suggested. You told him about your habits, dreams, and favorite things and so did he, going so far as to tell you funny stories of his childhood.

" You should have seen my mama's face when me and my cousin billy was there on that porch covered in all that mud" Elvis laughed making you laugh in turn "she sounded amazing," you say softly "she really was." He smiled.

.........

Finally, you had settled down in the hotel, that your crew rented out. The wind softly blows into the room from the balcony, bringing a nice cool feeling as you draw in your SketchBook on a desk that was provided by the hotel. You had free time until the next two scenes for tomorrow, John decided to give you and everyone a day to get over jet lag.

A hard knock startled you from the trance-like drawing. You walk across the warm-tone brown and blues theme of your bedroom. Opening the door stood Elvis; his head down, his arm leaning against the door frame, and a hand on his hip. He looks up the moment he heard the door open, a conflicted look on his face.

"Hey uh look we need to talk" Elvis announced. You slowly nod your head as you let him in, fear gripping your heart tightly. "Yes?" You asked a stutter almost coming out, shutting the door to give you two privacy. " I can't stop thinkin' bout that kiss. I never felt that, like fireworks runnin' through my body. I know ya felt it too" Elvis said after he stopped prancing. "I," you paused thinking about your next words carefully, "Take me, Elvis, I need you," you said breathlessly, you have wanted this since you first heard of him, you can't, won't let this pass you by.

Elvis, who had walked up to you when you were thinking, kissed you, lips dancing against each other and his tongue slips between your lips to swirl itself around yours. You both pull away to take off your clothes as if they were on fire before the fierce kiss continue.

Not long did your back hit the bed Elvis was on top of you, looking into your pleading gaze; unspoken words fill his ocean eyes before, he kisses you once more but gently like he was scared to break you.

You wake up to an empty spot where Elvis slept, and a feeling of disappointment washes over you. You shake it off before getting ready and make it to the site where you were going to film. You walked into the fake bedroom that the graphic designers made, Elvis was already there getting his makeup done, and you felt your face heat up as you remember last night.

His hands were interlocked with yours above your head, thrusting into you slow and passionately, gaze never breaking, and his hair falling from its normal neat style to lay against your forehead. Sweet nothings coming from his blue orbs. His chest against yours, heartbeats racing.

Maybe this sex scene won't be as hard as you thought. The scene ended quickly so now, you and the rest of the crew on Jeeps driven by nice locals to the place you needed to be. The pride of lions is right as the people said they would be, of course at a safe distance everyone got into their respective stations. You to Vida to get your makeup and hair done, and she immediately starts to put rose gold eyeshadow over your eyelids with a dark brown on the corners, and a ruby red on your lips. She moves onto your hairstyle, pushing up your already curled hair up to your jaw, and ties a cheetah print scarf around your head.

"Thank you Vida" you smile before going to your position, grabbing a notepad and pencil from the prop table. You kneeled as you watch the pride, you hear John say, Acton, Elvis walking to your kneeling form, watching as a lioness rubs against the male lion "Why is she doin' that?" He wondered out loud as you take notes in your (f/c) notepad. "She wants to show him that she's loyal, that she wants to be a part of something bigger" you answered looking up from your notes. "Sounds like ya can relate" Elvis noted watching you with a fondness in his eyes, " I guess so" you smiled up at him before you both turn to watch ths lions.

"Cut!"

After two weeks of filming John let you have a day off because you'd fly back to Hollywood to watch the finished product once they were done editing and those two weeks, you and Elvis were inseparable, when work was done you'd either be in his room or yours, doing things like talking or simply reading a book as you cuddle into Elvis' side while he softly sings and plays his guitar. Order room service, as the other hides and have a dinner date or even sneak out.

But sometimes, you'll have sex. Most times it was gentle and almost lovingly, rarely rough and hard, but after it ends no matter if it was gentle or not he'd hold you close as you listen to his steady heartbeat. You could pretend that it was only him and you.

.....

It was the day of the premiere of 'love of the wild'. Elvis called you every day since y'all had finished, saying he couldn't live without hearing 'your pretty little voice' It made you flush more than you liked to admit. You wear the most beautiful golden dress ready, with white heels and elbow-length white gloves to match and fake fur the same color. Your hair is wavey and curled at the tips, makeup is natural.

You step out of the car your personnel drives you around in, waving at the fans and paparazzi. In the peripheral of your vision, you see Elvis and...Priscilla, like your body, had a mind of its own you turn to look at them both, Elvis already looking at you, hurt and yearning on his face. " (Y/N)!!" A man from the paparazzi seizes your attention, and with a fake smile, you answer his questions professionally until your manager comes up to you, telling you it was time to take a picture with John, Priscilla, and Elvis.

A convincing smile still on, Elvis's hand touching your back, and his wife's. It was when the sex scene that all those feelings you tried so hard to push down busted, excusing yourself and walking, well actually running out of the theater with Elvis behind you. You quickly get into your ride, telling him to hit it and to hurry, as you drive away, you couldn't help but watch as Elvis's silhouette becomes nothing but a pot.

You knew you would never be able to remove the ache in your heart once you think about Elvis every once in a while, but you are ok with that, you never wanted to forget you wanted to cherish those moments. The paradise you created together, it will always be in your dreams.

[writingmaidenwarrior]

Flash Fic Friday: Against the Flow

@flashfictionfridayofficial I finally wrote again thanks to you. So here we are

This time it is Saylah's POV, one of the other POV characters of my WIP "Their Call For Home"

Tagging @fictionalbullshitter @verba-writing @cljordan-imperium @oh-no-another-idea @ettawritesnstudies @ashen-crest

Slowly Saylah was getting frustrated, and this frustrated Kaladin which in turn frustrated Saylah even more. For solid two hours, she had been staring at the orb in front of her to fulfill the task given by her mentor and foster father, but nothing happened. “Are you sure this is how it works?”, she asked for a hundredth times. “Well, this is how your mother put it in the training manual for you…” His voice sounded helpless the first time in over twenty years. Kaladin turned the pages back and forth, but the thick notebook didn’t want to give away any more information than what he already told her when they started.

Saylah rubbed her temples and leaned back in the chair, the back hitting the backrest painfully fast as her long braids got caught between both and probed their beaded ends in the middle of her back like little wooden fingers. She let out another frustrated sigh as she reached out with one hand in a silent ask to see for herself. “I don’t think this will help you. There are no schemes or any visual help. Just these two pages about how to use far-sight.” “I just want to read it again in case I forgot something. Maybe I just don’t have this skill. In the end, I am just half dragonborn. We don’t know what powers I have and what I don’t.” Nodding along, Kaladin stroked his braided beard thoroughly. “Yes, that makes sense. Just because we didn’t find a power so far you don’t have, doesn’t mean it can’t happen. Read and try again. If nothing happens in the next half an hour, we call it off and declare this as a power you don’t have.” “Thank you.” How gracious Saylah was could be heard from the deep sigh that hide in her thanks. Kaladin smiled and went to pour himself another cup of tea. “You know, little whirlwind, if I think about it, it is amazing we didn’t experience such an event already.” “You mean me wanting to throw things?”, Saylah replied, partially absent-minded. “I thought that is your usually you?”, he teased. A cup of tea appeared next to her. “What else?” “Me teaching you is against everything known to every living creature. A dwarven warrior teaching a dragonborn hatchling how to use her powers. Quite against the natural flow of things, isn’t it, little whirlwind? It is a small miracle we came so far.” Chuckling, Saylah looked up from the notebook. “You are more than a warrior.” “Am I? Amuse me, Saylah, what am I?” The teacup in his hand, Kaladin wandered over to her other side, his eyes trained on her like a mentor during fight training. “You are a wonderful, warm-hearted person and the best foster father I could wish for. You know more about magic than a warrior should, which means you are surely not a simple warrior, same with your manners. Even if you stay silent about your upcoming, I can put two and two together with all those adventurers and travelers coming through Mer’Teval. You had been someone high regarded back home. Maybe a paladin? A royal guard or something close? I know from the bits and pieces you told that you and my mother met through the queen and some high-ranked quest you got sent on. I understand she must stay away from the city, probably from the kingdom, but I still don’t get why she left me here under your care. And we both know, there is more to you and Amon than both of you would ever openly admit. Going against the flow, like you put it, seems to lay in your blood, my beloved Kaladin.” A proud smile on his face, he sat down, again nodding to her words.” “Your observation skills are on point, young dragon. Keep it sharp. You will need it in the future.” Saylah furrowed her brows at him at the sudden change of tone. “Why?” “You are right, I had been some high-ranked man back home and got sent to aid your mother on the quest the queen sent her on. You know, dwarves and dragonborn had been friends for hundreds of years. It was a question of honor to answer her call for aid. I also don’t fully understand her decision to put you under my care and make me promise that only if your life would be endangered, we can leave Mer’Teval, but I trust her reasons. And for Amon, that is nothing for little girl’s eyes.” Kaladin snickered, much to Saylah’s annoyance. He glanced to the orb with a soft nod. “Shall we?” “One last try?” “One last try, little whirlwind. After this, we call it off and end your lessons for today.” She rubbed her hands together and leaned forward again with a determined glance. “Well, then. Let’s see.”

[blackfangedreaper]

TEASER

Summary: Reality dating show intro.

Pairings: Luffy x Black!reader

Warnings: Fluff💞, cursing, nudity?, anime character crossover, grammatical errors

Note: characters are aged up/ down and are within the range; 20-30.

Tag list: @euphoficc @closet-degenerate @luffyinlove @444katsuki @audreys-works

A click of the remote was heard, the tv flashed on a blank display was shown until the sound of waves and upbeat music was heard from the background. A huge island was shown, scenes flicking left and right showing luxurious and wonderful sights of both the huge beach house and other lounge spots around the island.

'I know what your thinking, another random dating show? Oh yes honey but with a twist!' The female commentator giggled only her voice being heard while they showed the beach from an amazing view. The tv zooming in slowly before it seemed like the watcher was inside all of a sudden. "What we're about to present is gonna knock your cum filled socks off!"

"We have brought ten hotties from all across the world, not only bringing in their charm but their diversity and enticing roots." Clips of random shots of ripped and curved bodies but cutting their faces halfway only showing the smirks and smiles on their lips, letting the suspense build up. The music seized viewing into the occupied beach showing all ten of the contestants. 'WOO!' They raised their glass.

"Our mission here is to bring these lonely souls together and find not only the cutest but hottest couple, shallow? Yes. But are you still gonna watch? Also yes!" The scene skipped over to a dark skinned woman so beautiful she was. She sat on a lounge chair surrounded by other contestants, Laughter was heard all around as they listened to the siri knockoff A.I, disbelief coating their faces.

"Now don't think they won't be any rules, where's the fun in no border settings." The commentator chuckled going back to the previous scene letting the viewers at home listen in. A montone female voice rang out from a weird shaped lava lamp. "I am nova, hello everyone." Hi's and hello's echoed around the lounge. "I am here to guide you through this journey of self love and true love. As i want your relationships to be based on genuine fondness rather than sexual attraction, I will now set some rules." Confused chattering rang around the room before a light skinned girl, her long black hair set in a hime cut, curiosity shimmering in her brown orbs, a permanent smile set on her lips as she spoke. "Now that's interesting, I'm quite interested in your rules, nova." Everyone agreed, some letting their eyes linger on the female.

"Good, the rules are simple; NO KISSING, NO HEAVY PETTING and NO SEX." Their eyes widened some saying 'bullshit' and some already searching for loop holes, while others had their lips set in straight lines. "The wristband present on your wrists are for those moments where kissing will be an exception if you've managed to make deep and meaningful connections with each other but i will deduct money if you refuse to follow the rules." Nova turned a calm blue.

"What??!" Everyone groaned. "This is crazy we're gonna end up broke!" A whiskered male groaned "Not on my watch!" An oranged haired girl assured. A cute laugh echoed around the room at the bickering, his hand patting his scarred chest after choking for a while, before cussing in spanish. The only calm ones were you, a slightly looking older male donning a halfcut and a mean mug and the smiling black haired girl. "I hope we have a great summer." Nova was definitely being mischievous.

"Well you heard it folks, join us as we watch these flaming hot singles laugh- 'NO WAY! Seriously?" The whiskered male laughed patting his now bestfriend; an ebony haired man.- cry- 'm-my money, it's gonna v-vanish at this point!" Her face was covered in tears, the black haired woman patting her orange locks as she cried in despair.- love- giggles were heard as the scene showed a cute interracial couple cuddling in a beach chair.- and bond- "Cheers to bond-fire tuesdays- a hip voice said "it's friday dumbass!" Everyone laughed clinking their smoothie cups together.

The scene viewed out before the show's name was plastered in bold. The commentator speaking; "New episodes on weekdays and repeats on weekends don't miss out on this flaming hot new series." The camera viewed out of the tv as it went blank before the remote was dropped and the scene cut.

[deberiaestarescribiendo]

"Burn with me tonight" Unnamed Pedro Character x f!reader

Pairing: Unnamed Pedro Character from the music video x f!reader

Summary: just me making theories about this video and lusting since 2014, I was finishing university when this came out, i was doing my final dissertation that i completaly hated it so every hour i would take a small break and watch this as a treat. I remember my roomie coming to my room like "girl you're obssesed with that Sia song" I asked her if she had seen the video and she said no, so we watched it togheter after a few minutes in silence she said "I get it now" Anyway, I watched it again recently and made a little story out of it cos I actually don't know what's going on on it but I'm living

I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes I had just finish it

Listen to the song and watch it it's amazing

I’ll be there at midnight

He felt like a summer storm. As if the sky weighted mountains over you. The air around your bodies was thick and electric, it pricked on your skin, made it feel damp and sensitive, like every hair of your body knew and waited impatiently for the sky to break. He felt like fire in your blood, like a dormant fever ignited in you from your longing heart.

So many sleepless nights sneaking him inside your house, letting him into your marriage bed while your husband was away. The house silent, those white walls that felt like a prison were now white holy rooms of worshipping bliss. Filled with your moans and muttered words

Does he fuck you like this, huh?

He had asked the first night. His worn-out jeans barely off, under his hips, your hand holding him, nails pressing hard on his muscles, and you didn’t care that the hard fabric was chaffing your thighs. He had crashed on your bed with you like a wave on a cliff. In a haze you said many things that would later make your face burn.

No, never

Please don’t stop

Harder

Please

You bit his lips, licked and savour them like they were Manna from heaven. Sweet ambrosia from the gods.

This mouth

These lips

Your neck

Your breasts

Your hips

Your thighs

He named every part of you before kissing it reverently like a list of accomplishments, of wonders he had found. And you never felt so devoted, so desired. So, when he asked if you’d run away with him, you said yes. How could you not?

Clandestine meetings on the field where the town would not find you. Hiding on his pickup car until you were far away, where the sun and the air were as free as the two of you wanted to be.

You were chasing each other like children run. Just for the sake of running and feeling the fresh air drowning your lungs like you were drowning from his love.

He caressed you over the grass, the sun making his eyes look darker and sweeter. They were deep, holding so many secrets.

 When he made love to you, you held his gaze trying to see more from him, trying to decipher him.

 “I can barely breathe when you're here loving me” you whispered to his lips “And I feel like dying if you’re not with me”

The stranger had come out of nowhere. Across the street, you had locked eyes. It was meant to be, like the water from a river will eventually collapse the bridge, like one day a dormant volcano will erupt. You ached, ached for love, for affection, to somebody to see you. And he saw you.

Long distance looks around town, on the porch, longing for something you had never tasted. Like a bright red apple tempting, he was there just across you, calling you to take a bite.

And one night he came, when the lights of your husband’s car were distance orbs in the pitch dark. He made an excuse, he needed something, you barely remember what it was now. But then he was in your house, and he was listening, looking at you so intently. You thought you have never talked that much, after so many years in which you’d open your mouth and a few minutes passed before you’d realize you’ve been blatantly ignored. But the stranger listened, looked at you after so many years thinking you were a ghost, almost to the point of questioning if you really existed.

The stranger politely made his way to go, and you didn’t know how to make him stay. Your eyes so wide, so pleading, a voice so fragile escaping your lips, so wounded it made you cringe asking him if he needed anything else

“I need something else, but your husband might not like it”

In other lips, in other men that line would made you kick his butt out of your house. But not his, maybe braver or maybe weaker than you haver ever been, you kissed him. Chastely at first

Open your mouth for me

The stranger deepened the kiss, forcing your mouth open to his, bend to his will and his intrusion. You should have been ashamed, when he hauled you to your bedroom, invade your marriage private room, dishonour your vows in such a primal, hurried way. His jeans barely off, your skirt over your hips, panting breaths, forbidden sins. A fire came to you, like throwing a match over gasoline.

He burned the shame out of you, he burned your doubts and your regrets, your longing and solitude.

Like the snake that tempted Eve, he crawled into you, made root inside you like ivy in an old house, invading until every thought is

Him

Him

Him

The odds were bad, you knew it, a certain death to your life as you knew it, a bad bet to put everything you knew at risk for a stranger, but you wanted, and you got it.

Why waste your life here? With him? You’re withering like dead flower

He caressed you with a small white flower he had pick up for you, his mouth trailing right after from your lips to your throat

Leave him

Come with me

Those thoughts grew stronger each day, every minute you had to leave him to mimic your past life, the one you were already so detached from. Your husband had never noticed you, but now he was vigilant, his eyes on you at every corner, the question lingers on the air. Grows heavy every single day he doesn’t address it.

Leave him

Let’s build a new life

You never answered the Stranger until he had to go.

“Please, please you can’t leave me”

“Come with me”

“I can’t, not just like that”

“I can’t stay, it’s tonight or never”

“Please I need some time, how can I take my things and go? What would I do? I have nothing on my own”

“Take what you need from him, he has taken so many things from you already, it what he deserves for treating you that badly”

“You mean I steal from him?”

“Just take what you need and what you’re owed”

He made sound reasonable. Just take what’s rightfully yours, surprisingly your life could be packed in just one small backpack, and you chuckled watching the small bag full of your tiny pitiful life, so unassuming, you had let your life shrink you to almost nothing, to a shadow of a woman, a small soft breeze of air that was almost unnoticed, like magically the food was served every night and the clothes were clean. Yes, the stranger was right, he deserved to be abandoned like he had left you since the day you had said yes. You searched over your husband stuff, some pocket money and surprisingly a nice blue velvet box, a small hand note addressed the present to some other woman. The shine of the diamonds reflected your stupefied face. So many secrets under one roof. You grabbed it feeling the need to pull at it until the stones would rip off, but you preferred to get it on your bag.

The clock stroke midnight and the lights of his car illuminated briefly your room. With one last glance you sealed your destiny. The bed, the one that was cold for so long and the one that hand hold so many secrets and promises and pleasure was neatly done.

That perfect little house, with its white exterior and fresh cut grass and suddenly the urge, that fire he had planted inside you, ignited. The flame of the match flickered on your eyes; with a snap of your fingers, you threw it on the bed. At first a small flame almost consumed by the air and the sheets, didn’t seem to catch fire, but then it became feracious, eating and consuming the fabric, the dark cloud growing painting the room black.

The stranger didn’t say a word when you came out, the flames on your room visible from outside. He hugged you and watched the fire consume everything while your heart pounded against his while you whispered

Burn with me tonight taglist: @littlemisspascal

[tgawsome121]

An amazing art Commission from Chista I got from Stupor Star (Link here: https://twitter.com/Stupor_Star )

Also have a little short story thing I whipped up for this pic. Might expand it into something else later.

Alexei leaned back in his chair and propped his paws up on his desk as he let out a deep yawn. It was tempting to take another well-deserved nap, but it was almost lunchtime; it wouldn't be right to nap before lunch. However, Alexei thought, taking a nap after lunch is a much better plan. 

The Smallpaw* nodded, congratulating himself on successfully planning his second nap of the day. Alexei glances at the clock, "A few more minutes," he says to himself, stretching his arms overhead. He mulls over the critical question of what to have for lunch today when his large ears twitch. He hears the heavy footsteps just as the handle on his office door starts to turn. 

Alexei pivots in his seat, planting his feet on the floor before shuffling the loose papers on his desk into a neat pile. There wasn't time to put on his blue coat, but the leather jerkin and badge were official enough, so it would only look like he'd been slacking a little. As easygoing as this town was, it wasn't an excuse to let all official standards fall to the wayside.

"Come in!" Alexei said as he grabbed a fountain pen and started squiggling on the crossword in front of him as if it were some official document. 

The door opened, and a most curious sound hit Alexei's sensitive ears, a wet sloshing as if a jug of water or a can of paint were being hauled through his door. A perplexed Alexei looks up only to see a massive woman and an equally massive gut squeezing through his door. The pen drops from his hand as he watches the woman stoop through the doorway with her belly brushing against the door frame. 

So many questions were racing through Alexei's mind as he tried to process what he was seeing and hearing. The woman dwarfed the Smallpaw by several feet as she stood to her full height once through the door. A goliath? Alexei thought as a wet gurgle brought his attention back to the massive gut invading his office. 

Alexei was sure that a human could curl inside the wobbling, gurgling, bolder of flesh, or as he slowly realized, a couple of Smallpaws like himself. He swallowed nervously as it dawned on him why the woman's belly was so large. The Goliath was a Glutton*.

"Constable Alexei, I presume?" The woman's voice pulls him back to reality. 

"Uh… that I am!" He said with a nervous chuckle as the woman seemed to swallow up his office with her girth. 

"Excellent, I've got a bounty to turn in!" The Goliath said as she took another step forwards, her gut letting out a bubbling groan. 

Alexei craned his neck upwards, trying to maintain eye contact with the Goliath. However, try as he might, there was no escaping the woman's belly. The smooth, creamy orb dominated his vision as the bubbling digestive turmoil filled his sensitive ears. "That's… that's good news." He stammered out with a smile. "Where are they, if I may ask?"

Alexei regretted asking the question when he saw the smug look on the woman's face. 

"I got them right here!" The woman says as she drums her fingers on her bubbling belly. 

Alexei's eyes follow those fingers as he observes the bounties 'prison'. The woman's belly was certainly big enough for a human to fit, but there would be some sign of their presence even then. Unless… "oh dear," Alexei felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that this bounty wasn't going to be spending time in jail….

Smallpaw: a working name for mouselings or mousefolk in my setting. They fill the role of hobbit/halfling if you need a 'traditional' fantasy counterpart.

Glutton: What those capable of vore are called in my setting.

[lemariee]

Chapter 17

Gerda shivered when she felt the prickly texture of Borra's wing brush against her hand as he walked past her. Her skin briefly tingled around the scraped area while she paced behind him. She wondered if his wings were durable enough to withstand an iron sword. Perhaps they would make a fine accessory to hang on a wall or even a personal trophy of her own. Gerda wickedly smirked at the thought.

She absent mindedly trailed behind him until they reached a door located in a isolated corner of the tavern. She glanced up at him with confusion,  wondering what they were lingering around for. She had expected him to lead her outside towards the back. He then turned, glaring at her baffled expression with impatience in his eyes.

"Do you not need to use the privy now?" Borra asked as he irritably stared down at her.

"Yes but...I wasn't expecting it to be in there." Gerda admitted feeling hesitant about going inside.

"Hurry up and handle your business human." He impatiently hissed while staring at her with disgust.

She narrowed her eyes at him, opening the door then slamming it shut behind her. As if her presence was sensed, glowing orbs above illuminated allowing her to view her surroundings. She was rather surprised when she noticed a bowl with a stream of water running down and exiting into a tiny hole. Next to it was what appeared to be green thick leaves rolled up in a cylinder shape. On the far end of the room was a basin in the shape of a bowl for her to cleanse her hands in. On it sat an olive soap bar placed on a small rectangular plate.

This certainly was no simple, filthy privy but something that resembled luxury. Back in Ulstead, commoners would use outhouses to handle their business. Those like herself who worked in high royal positions were fortunate to use garderobes. The fey beyond question differed from humans.

She cautiously walked up to the basin to cleanse her hands. While drying her hands, she took a deep breath with the intent of calming her active nerves. After a minute of gathering her mind, she observed the privy room to clear her head some more. Gerda had to admit that she was amazed by the craftiness and it was something humans had yet to think of. This would certainly be a much sanitary advancement compared to what Ulstead currently had commoners use.

Gerda hesitantly walked to the door and opened it, revealing an agitated Borra waiting outside with his eyes overlooking his surroundings. She gritted her teeth when she noticed several humans and fey creatures glance at him with admiration or smiled his way. They treated Borra like royalty but yet he didn't act the part. It was inappropriate in her previous kingdom for the king, queen, and prince to openly stroll around in towns let alone lowly taverns.

"No more breaks after this, I have important matters to attend and you're delaying them." Borra warned, interrupting her brooding.

He then turned to walk back to their table with her behind him. Every creature quickly moved out his way with respect in their eyes. His large form walked as if he owned the place, which only added to Gerda's growing annoyance of him. A creature like him had no place in the world to be acting like royalty. That right was reserved specifically for the king and queen. A sting of hurt pulled at her heart when she realized she no longer belonged to her human kingdom so there was no point in defending its name.

Once they reached their table, Borra roughly shoved her into a chair earning a hiss of pain when her wrist made contact with the edge. She cradled it to her chest as she glared up at him. He then coldly stared at her before speaking, taking no notice of her sudden discomfort.

"If I come back and find you missing, expect to have broken legs after I haunt you down." Borra smoothly said with malice as his eyes dared her.

Gerda simply nodded feeling her face pale at his threat that echoed throughout her brain. He then walked away into the crowd leaving her feeling alone and nervous. She shakenly put her cloak on after noticing some creatures glancing at her and whispering. They obviously recognized her and had no shame when it came to showing her how unwelcomed she was. Some glared and spat on the floor to show their distaste while others made loud offensive remarks. Many women giggled as they whispered about her amongst each other.

"Can I get you something dear?" A feminine voice politely asked, drawing Gerda's attention.

"U-Um...perhaps some water." Gerda said feeling wary of the fey, wondering why she was acting so kind.

The horned woman left to fetch her order as several females giggled and stared, making Gerda become suspicious. She didn't like the way they were acting and it made her more skeptical. Her instincts told her to leave but Borra's warning loudly rang through her mind. Just then the woman returned with Gerda's cup of water.

"Thank you." Gerda said as she reached out to grab it but loudly gasped when the woman threw the water in her face.

"Evil little 'bitch'. One day you will properly pay for what you did to my people." The horned woman cruelly hissed with a glare full of hate.

Gerda froze staring at her in disbelief with ice cold water drenching down her cloak from her now damp hair. Loud laughter filled the air as the creatures found pleasure in her turmoil. The woman turned to leave earning a few cheers from the creatures as she passed them. Her heart dropped when she noticed several humans staring at her with taunting grins. Her own people didn't care. Her own 'kind'.

Gerda stared down at her hands in shame and embarrassment with droplets of water falling into them. She couldn't resist the tears that formed in the corners of her eyes. The overwhelming feeling of loneliness and abandonment was all hitting her at once. She quietly sat with nothing but the clear droplets of water that still lingered on her skin. Suddenly the laughing and vulgar remarks slowly silenced. Gerda confusingly glanced up and noticed both the fey and human eyes fixated on something behind her.

"Get up, we're leaving." Borra's sharp voice demanded as a feeling of relief filled her.

She quickly stood from her chair glancing over at Borra who was staring at the surrounding fey and fairies with an icy glint to his eyes. He then walked towards the door with Gerda trailing behind. Once they were outside she found herself wanting to return to his castle and stay locked inside her room. Today was a reminder of where she stood in the eyes of others including her very own people. Not a single human that was in the tavern bothered to come to her aid and several even contributed to the mockery.

Once they reached the cage, she quickly walked up to the door with the need to open it and run inside. This new weakness that had been unlocked within her was far too poisonous and she did not want to break down in front of Borra. He nodded for the guard to open her door before turning and forcefully flying up into the sky with dirt and grass floating around from where he stood. Her blue eyes gazed at his retreating form and his massive wings with envy. He had all the freedom in the world to travel the skies yet here she was stuck as a slave. Gerda sighed before obediently walking inside her cage and spent the rest of the ride contemplating the day's events.

As soon as they reached the castle she shuffled out feeling some bit of comfort when she caught sight of the castle with its surrounding beauty. It still wasn't enough to wash away the pain and throbbing loneliness she deeply held. Borra was nowhere in sight which offered her a brief moment of relief because she was far too emotionally fragile. She gasped when the guard pushed her, indicating it was time to head inside the castle.

Gerda silently walked ahead following the guards with sorrow festering within her chest. It almost felt like something inside was swallowing her. She shivered as wind blew past her damp clothing and hair. She forcefully swallowed her emotions once they entered the castle. Inside she was met by Rayne who arrogantly stared down at her with a face of disgust and judgment.

"Why are you wet?" Rayne asked with her usual sharp tone.

"Your people are not quite fond of my presence in town." Gerda responded as she removed the damp cloak, awkwardly holding it against her chest.

"Serves you right, I'd do the same if I were them. Perhaps worse." Rayne mockingly remarked, nodding at a servant girl nearby whose wings flickered in a threatening manner towards Gerda.

Gerda blinked in surprise when the girl snatched the damp cloak from her hands and walked away with it. She confusingly glanced over to Rayne wondering why she couldn't just hold onto it since she most likely was headed to her room anyway.

"Borra has requested you in his chambers so surely you won't be needing that." Rayne abruptly said with an edge to her tone.

She then started walking towards the stairs with Gerda in tow, almost panicking at the thought of being in his chambers. Her body felt shaky wondering if perhaps she misheard what Rayne had said. There's no reason Borra could actually want her in 'his' personal space. What could he possibly need her there for? Her mind pondered over what she might've done to anger him that would give him enough reason to punish her.

Gerda's eyes widened when she noticed them heading towards the third level of stairs that led to the next floor. She took a peek up and noticed various sections of levels that contained either more doors or open space leading to halls and hallways. It seemed that the castle was designed for both human and fey to easily travel in. If Rayne wanted to, she could simply fly up to her chosen destination while Gerda took the stairs.

Once they reached the third floor they headed towards a circular object that appeared to be made of glass. It moved in a liquid-like state as it traveled up to each floor of the castle. Rayne reached out to touch it and an opening the size of a door appeared in front of them. She then pulled Gerda inside and touched it again which then caused the opening to close up.

Gerda stared around in awe, noticing how it almost looked like they were inside a tube with water surrounding them. She had never seen such a creation before. It's certainly was something humans were incapable of inventing for at least several hundred years. Once again the fey creatures had surprised her.

"This is another form of traveling through each level within the castle for those who can't fly. Using the stairs would've taken far too long. Stand still and do not vomit on me if you find yourself feeling nauseous." Rayne informed with her hands reaching out and tapping on the odd liquid wall.

Without warning a circular part of the floor they were standing on floated up causing Gerda to briefly lose her footing. She felt her stomach tickle at the unfamiliar movement as the speed picked up. Once they reached what she assumed was the top floor of the castle they exited the strange tube and walked onto white marble floor that glistened from the sun. She glanced up astonished by the ceiling, which was made of glass, allowing her to get a beautiful view of the sky.

"Hurry you dense girl, you don't want to keep him waiting much longer." Rayne scolded Gerda, tugging on her arm.

[hold-my-candle]

波霸奶茶

(21/02/2023: bubble tea)

I. (茶, chá) The sun of early springtime beats the fields of rustling shrubs and fragrant greens abound Amongst the leaves, the farmers reap their yields Rewards from Mother Earth that’s well renowned

My fingers pluck the first flush of the year These buds have grown and waited since the cold A satisfying *pop* is what I hear The leafage holds a story to be told

Our baskets full of leaves are emptied here, on mats where they can dry under the shade From green to brown to black, their time comes near Await the amber liquid to be made

The fallen leaves will sink into the Earth to give new life to shrubs that She shall birth

II. (木薯, mù shǔ) He sets out early in the morning to find the right ones to pick The leaves will tell which ones to choose Those with slight tinges of yellow should do the trick

He cuts the stem, which he plans to reuse and begins to pull and pull, hoping that the soil will give way The dirt begins to cake into his shoes

The roots might be too deep, or so he would say before the tuber breaks free, mud, stump, and all He sighed in relief as he’d won the fray

The stems and leaves are saved; he could recall his mother giving them to the pigs and cows when he was just two feet tall

He pulls up more of the brown lumps, as much as his back allows The sun bearing down on his already sweaty skin A layer of earth collecting on his brows

Under the orange skies, his energy wearing thin He pulls the last of his harvest from the tired ground The moon rises a little past the hills to celebrate his win

He loads his harvest onto his truck bed, making a high mound and drives on the dirt path back to his homestead The engine’s hum is the only sound around

He steps out of his truck with a yawn; his face flushed red In the last heat of the sun, he brings his harvest into his stores He cleans himself of his efforts and rests on his bed

III. (水, shuǐ) Flowing down mountains Bridging the gap between lands A vital signal

IV. (牛奶, niú nǎi) Squeezing the udder A liquid pattering lands In the steel bucket

V. (糖, táng) The canes point upwards Struck by metal, they fall down With sweet potential

VI. (冰, bīng) The flow of water Exposure to the extreme Locked in space and time

VII. (塑料, sù liào) Revolutionized Our world and its industries Take great precautions

VIII. (粉圓, fěn yuán)

The next day, he takes one of the tubers to his kitchen outdoors Dirt rinsed, skin peeled, cut up, blended, and strained He collects the liquid from the shavings and brings it back indoors

When the fluid settles into two layers, the water is drained and the sediment is left to dry He begins to create with the flour that’s been gained

Sugar boiled with water, dissolving with a sigh The starch is added to the syrup to make a dough He kneads until the mixture is pliable and dry

He cuts the dough and rolls them with a technique from ages ago into small spheres such that they resemble soft pearls And he dusts them with more starch, with just a blow

The orbs are put into boiling water that whips and whirls Left to cook until they rise to the top He makes some more syrup for the pearls, which he stirs and twirls

After soaking the bouncy balls in ice, into the syrup, they plop He takes a pearl to taste, and it bounds within like a gumdrop Filled with mirth and amazement from his underground crop

IX. (记忆, jì yì)

A mother prepares her son’s favourite drink. To him, the aroma of the tea and the caramelizing sugar recalls memories of warmth passing through the window, emanating from her skin. He is lulled asleep through her lilting lullaby, a gentle fragrance next to her wafting into his nose; his mother places the tea in front of him. The steam lifts from the creamy beige as he sips, his mother smiles.

A couple walks underneath the shade of the willow trees. The cooling summer breeze rustles the leaves. They stand still for a moment in time, where they first met, where they shared many cups of bubble tea, where they stared for hours on end, where can we go from here? A sweet aroma we’re both familiar with. I look at him; she is that aroma. We look at each other and drink.

A group of businessmen are laughing amongst themselves, merrily chatting about their jobs, their personal lives, their thoughts, their camaraderie drives them. A formal friendship? A casual platonic love? Whatever it is, they share their stories in their cups of tea. They leave the store, returning to their own lives, gaining new experiences to share with each other over bubble tea.

A mountain range, the sun peeking past as birds begin to sing. Water running across rocks and sand creates a liquid cacophony. Red foliage rustles underfoot through the wilderness. A tired sigh before they sit on a tree root to rest with tea. Dried leaves roused by hot water, releasing their hidden stories. Take in your surroundings. Take a sip, a taste, a drink. The collective experience of drinking bubble tea is threaded with familiarity, love, companionship. You drink alone…but not really.

[betterthanyalls]

The Mid Knight

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Birdfeeder was sitting alone at the table in the cramped school cafeteria. The smell of rotten potatoes and moldy sandwiches hung throughout the air. She had her backpack laying on the floor next to her plastic chair. Students and staff walked past her without batting an eye. No one seemed to notice the tears welling in her eyes as she looked upon her phone. Her glassy chocolate brown orbs stared at the news on her phone. Her best friend, Betty, had just gotten hit with a pipe bomb. Her sniffles fell onto deaf ears, her peers chatter was muting her silent sobs.

She put her phone face down as she held her head in her hands. Suddenly two hands grabbed her shoulders tightly. Bird yelped and whipped her head around in shock. She then saw her friend, Alice, staring at her with those vibrant heterochromic gray and blue eyes. “Hello Bird!” Alice spoke in a cheerful tone, unknown to what horrors lie in the News. Bird was silent, she tried smiling but she couldn't handle it. Bird started sobbing violently. Alice was shocked, Bird had never cried like this before! Alice hugged Bird tightly, not willing to let go. Bird clung onto Alice like the end of the world. Then the school bell rang, signaling it was time for the next class. Bird sniffled and let go of Alice. She grabbed her backpack as Alice followed behind, worried.

They pushed the door open to the English class. Their teacher, Ms. A.A., stood at the front of the room. “Hello class. Today I will teach you why Shrek is a masterpiece.”, Ms A.A. informed. “But isn't this English? Why are we learning about movies?” A student, named Miss B, from the back of the class spoke up. “Shush Miss B!”, Ms A.A. yelled as she threw a ruler at Miss B’s head. “As I was saying, we will learn why Shrek is an icon.”

The class droned on for seven more hours. When class was finally over, Bird left the room fast. Unfortunately for her, she walked straight into the person she despised the most. Jimmy.

Bird tried walking away but was stopped by Jimmys brooding arms. “Where are you going, squirrel?” The jock spoke with venom. Jimmy was always a popular kid. Being the captain of all 25 sports teams. “I just want to go home.”, Bird muttered. Suddenly a loud shout was heard. “GET AWAY FROM HER, BEAN BOOZLE!” Both Jimmy and Bird turned to the shout, finding Canary running towards them. Sapphire chased after Canary. Canary and Sapphire were head of the school newspaper. With Saph’s amazing writing skills, and Canary’s..good…uh….editing skills…? They made a great power duo. A punch landed into Jimmy's face, launching them backwards. “RUN BIRD!” Saph yelled to Bird. Birdfeeder took off into a sprint, running out of the school and downtown.

When Bird finally stopped running, she put her hands on her knees and panted. She looked around and her eyes landed upon a roller coaster called ‘The Cyclone’. She saw no one else riding it, so she hopped in the first car. A depressed looking teen, with the name tag reading Ellie, gave her a thumbs up and clicked a button. Her cart started moving up the steep hill. She felt the breeze fall upon her face as she gazed over the town. Suddenly a drop came and she was plummeting downwards with the ground calling her name. As she looked at the track in front of her, she hit a pothole! She was launched off of the roller coaster, flying through the air.

As she flew, she started falling too. As the wind whipped around her falling figure, two strong arms caught her. “I got you, schnookims”, A deep voice spoke. Bird looked up to her savior, to find a skunk looking back at her? “W-w-who a-are y-y-y-you” Bird spoke, her voice quivering as she gazed upon the handsome face. “I’m your hero, baby bear.” The skunk had a stupid grin on his face. “Want to marry me?” Bird looked at him with a flabbergasted expression. “What did you just say?!” She was offended.

THAT HE DIDN'T ASK SOONER

“YES I WOULD LOVE TOO!!” Bird had a wide smile on her face. “Good! You are now my wife!” The skunk replied. “Also I have a son, named Stinks! And I am the chief guard of the Welkin Kingdom!”

“I’m Birdfeeder and I am a student at Toon Quest High School!” Bird exclaimed. She was happy to meet her dream man. Then suddenly they were on a horse that had the name tag of, Shy. “This is Shy, she is a beautiful mare that is kind to everyone and deserves lots of love!/p” The skunk explained. As they rode off, they arrived at a local bar. The two newlyweds walked in and sat at the counter. A bartender walked over. “Hello there, my name is Proxxin and I am the bartender at TQ. What can I get ‘cha two?”

“Can I get some Lock and Key and he will have some Rat Sewer Brew!” Bird eagerly said. Suddenly the band started playing, Bird turned around to see the stage curtains opening. Up on the stage was the famous singer, Aurora Skye! She began to sing. Heavenly sounds filled the bar. Then the Skunk got up and took Bird's hand, bringing them both outside. He gave Bird a serious look and spoke. “Bird, I love you so much but….this can't work…”

Birds smile dropped. She looked shattered. Her heart had broken into millions of pieces. Her one true love just…left her. As the Skunk walked away, he made the grave mistake of not looking both ways before crossing the street. A semi truck drove at insane speeds, hitting the Skunk before slamming on the breaks. The driver hopped out of the semi and looked into Bird's eyes.

“Well hey there bitch!” Betty yelled with a smile.

[lucidreamsxx]

I see the crystal raindrops fall A Leviathan x FEM!MC Fic

(Play the song before reading, trust me its amazing)

"Hmmm~" you hummed a tune from the opening of ☆Hana-Ruri: Mahou Shoujo☆ as you sat by and looked out the huge bay window in your room. The lights in your room mostly off as you preferred the comforting glow and warmth of candles. It was pouring outside yet you smiled while looking out.

The HoL indeed gave you one of the best rooms they could offer. The large window gave you the view of the backyard and the fence and the little shops littering behind it. And if the sky were clearer you could see the Demon Lord's Castle right up ahead, although now all you could see of the castle was a faint glowing golden haze surrounding it mingling with the fog.

You were so enraptured by the rain that you didn't hear a certain 3rd born gently opening your door and coming in, only noticing when it shut with a click behind him.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF HoL:

Leviathan peeks out of his room, making his way out meekly.

He just wanted to get MC to show her the new summer edition matching Azuki-tan body pillow he got for them both, eventhough he hated coming out of his room, seeing MC and watching her face light up seeing the merch is really worth his energy, he thought. He went around the HoL looking for her, finally coming to her room as he heard a faint humming sound.

Nervously, he opened the door, and he froze.

There she sat, on her window seat under the large bay window of her room, the faint glow illuminating the room by the candles giving her face a golden glow making her seem ethereal as she watched the raindrops race each other down the window as she sat humming one of his most favourite op's of all time.

He snapped out of his daze as he slowly entered and shut the door behind him, as she looked at him at the click of the lock, and smiled and motioned for him to join her as she moved to the side to make space for him too.

Leviathan forgot the reason he came looking for MC in the first place as he moved to seat next to her nervously and he asked in a soft voice,

"MC..."

"Hmm, yea?" She answered eyes still fixated on the rain.

"what're you doing?"

"Aren't they beautiful Levi"

"what..?" Levi asked confused,

"The raindrops Levi, aren't the beautiful" MC said in a breathless whisper as her eyes met his,

And in that moment, he don't know what came over him, what happened to his anxiety or his flusteredness, he reached out and grabbed her hand,

"Not as beautiful as you" he said in an almost whisper like voice as he stared into her eyes as her dark orbs stared back in his pumpkin amber ones, their faces inching closer,

A bolt of thunder struck.

It was as if the spell was broken, they both at once let go of each others hand as they averted their eyes a deep crimson blush covering both their faces as Levi muttered a small sorry. All was silent for a moment as both of them opted to look anywhere but at each other.

"you're beautiful too..."

" W-what..." he asked as if he couldn't believe his ears,

"I-idiot, i said you're b-beautiful too!" MC stuttered as she blushed profusely while Levi's blush could rival a strawberry,

The without warning he grabbed her hand, and although he looked calm on the outside he was absolutely panicking and hyperventilating on the inside, but he pushed those feeling down as he held her hand tighter as she pulled herself on his lap as he wrapped his arms around her as she instantly relaxed into the embrace as the both stared out into the rain, its beat creating a gentle drumming effect on the window as they both leaned into each other. MC turned her head slightly, now dangerously close to his face as her lips slightly grazed his, he put his hands around her back as her hand went to the back of his neck as her fingers tangled themselves in hus hair and they shared a deep intoxicating love filled kiss with the pattering of the raindrops accompanyin them.

They smiled into the kiss simultaneously as they pulled away for a breath and their lips crashed once more together, the moment perfect and magical, seemingly holding both of them in it's trance as they wished for the moment to never end.

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Home Sweet Home chapter ten

Eloise was just convinced that Eddie's van was an absolute death trap on wheels. How he made it anywhere in one piece was seriously an amazement to her, and she made a mental note to beg him to get a new vehicle before they died in a firey hell.

She gripped the door handle and the center console for dear life, praying to what ever God would listen that they would grant her the pleasure of staying alive. Eddie looked over at her quickly and laughed.

"You know you'll make it in one piece you don't have to grab my van so hard" her eyes shot up at him and shook her head.

"No, no. I am living on a prayer right now and I'm certain this is the way I'm supposed to go out" she seethed, staring at him almost through his soul. Eddie simply smiled and shook his head, pulling up to their destination.

Eloise relaxed, finally letting go of the center console and the door handle and got out, bracing herself.

"Honestly, Eds...you need to get a better vehicle this doesn't seem safe enough for Harrison to be in let alone yourself."

Eddie rounded the vehicle, pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her.

"With him i am more than careful, m'lady" he spoke, his brown orbs peering into hers.

She smiled and kissed him lightly,  deciding to bed the subject for another day.

"So, Eddie baby. Where are we?" She asked, looking around. It was a weird little lake area by his trailer, strangley enough she never knew about this little gem or atleast she couldn't remember it.

"Its a man made lake if that's what you're wondering. The people that own the trailer park bought the land and turned it into a lake area for the residents. I'm really the only one who comes out here though sadly." He said, looking out towars the water.

"There's even a small little cabin over there thats apart of the place. They uh.. they even let me have it for the weekend so I could spend time with you if your willing..." he trailed off and Eloise shook her head.

If Eddie Munson was anything, he was definitely a horn dog and he wasn't afraid to show it.

"Are you trying to get me pregnant AGAIN?" She asked, eyeballing him. He shrugged and it caused her to laugh because at the very least he was honest about it.

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As the day went on, so did the antics of one Edward Munson.

He tried to cook a small meal of hot dogs and burgers but managed to burn the food altogether, so they settled on ordering take out. They sat on the pier in the lake, watching the sun set and their feet dangling in the water.

Eddie looked at Eloise, noticing how breath taking his girl was. He also noticed how deep in thought she also was.

"Mind telling me what's in that pretty little head of yours, princess?" He asked, noodles being slurped into his mouth.

"Just thinking of Mom, you know her favorite time of the day was when the sun would finally set and would have what she called "the Golden hour"." She spoke gently, reaching up and wiping the sauce off his chin with her thumb.

Eddie remembered this about her mother, he remembered when she went on a rampage over it because she simply insisted that the best pictures taken were always those taken during that special hour window.

He leaned over to his little bag and pulled out a old polaroid camera, bringing joy to Eloise's face.

"Where did you find that Eddie? The junk yard?!" She spoke while laughing, Eddie shaking his head.

That was his most favorite sound, her laughing. It could always bring a smile to his face every time.

Eddie fiddled with the camera and turned it on, quickly snapping a picture of Eloise. Once it developed he took out his wallet and stuck it in there.

"For safe keeping purposes, of course." Eddie spoke, Eloise smiling.

Eloise took the camera and did the same to him, only this time he did this weird little pose where he stuck his fingers ontop his head and stuck out his tounge, causing Eloise to laugh to the point of where it hurt good in her stomach.

"I'm just living up to the Munson name, darling" he spoke.

Once her photo developed, she stuck it in her pocket and decided she wanted to swim. Putting her hair up and pulling her clothes off Eddie looked at her questionably.

"Listen I'm no cheap date here Eloise..." he spoke, acting as if he was protesting. She scoffed and jumped in the water, soaking her hair and Eddie in the process.

"Edward Munson, if I wanted to screw you that easily you and I both know there would be no protests from you" she spoke, floating in the water infront of him. Eddie decided to join her, gingerly taking off his jean vest and leather jacket. Once stripped down to the appropriate amount of sans clothing he made a cannon ball into the water and Eloise laughed.

"I swear, id do anything to capture that laugh for the rest of my life" he swam over to her.

"Good thing you're stuck with me forever then, huh?"

She perked up and kissed his nose, and he took it as initive to grab her waist and place a chaste kiss on her head.

"Always and forever, princess"

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A short filler, but a goodie ♡

[fandomficsnstuff]

A Chance Encounter - 5

(Warnings: some angst, fluff, jokes, I’m pleased with this chapter actually:3)

For the words in bold, if you want to know 100% what they mean, here’s the website I use: https://www.thuum.org/translator.php  

Amazing moodboard goes to @quantumlocked310

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Ruth’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the cold air, her cheeks pink from the cold as she took a deep breath. The celebrations had long since died down but she didn’t feel like going inside yet. She heard footsteps, light, softly approaching and she couldn’t help but smile softly, already having an idea of who it was and the voice only confirmed it. “Are you not cold?” Ruth hummed quietly at the question, gently shaking her head as she opened her eyes, looking up at Aragorn with a soft expression “my kind never truly grows cold… never sleep peacefully either” Ruth added in a quiet voice, looking over the sleeping Edoras as Aragorn sat down beside her. “Tell me, your kind… how many others have you met?” Aragorn asked and Ruth couldn't help but pale a little bit when she heard it, a second pair of footsteps, much lighter, reaching her ears long before they reached Aragorn’s. “Legolas, sit” Ruth awkwardly invited, smiling over her shoulder at him before turning back to Aragorn. “Not many. I have met others but I have not known them… I’m sad to say that the ones I didn’t know that I met, have been ones who were lost, lost within the desire to hunt, overtaken with the blood they have, attacking everyone and everything in sight. Most don’t want this blood by choice, most get infected from another species, they don’t realize it until it’s too late. Those are the ones I have killed… the ones I have known are different. There was Skjor, Aela, Farkas, Vilkas… Kodlak… Kodlak was different… he was what is known as a Harbinger, a sort of mentor, guiding a faction called The Companions, giving advice, but they don’t actually lead. He was a great man, though he grew tired of the beast blood, as we call it. We have a saying; eyes on the prey, not the horizon. It’s to remind us what’s in front of us, and not what’s to come, but Kodlak was beginning to look to the horizon… he wanted to be rid of it… cured… he looked for ways to do this, one day he sent me out to find this cure, but when I got back he-... he was dead, attacked, killed in battle. I attended his funeral after avenging him, after that, I managed to cure him even in death, allowing him to enter Sovngarde, as he deserves” Ruth explained in a soft voice, daring to cast a glance at Legolas and it seemed like Araogorn caught onto this, clearing his throat as he sighed and stood up, stretching a bit “goodnight, Ruth, Legolas” Aragorn bowed his head before entering the hall once more, though he didn’t stray far, peeking around the corner to see Ruth and Legolas sit beside each other, Legolas looking at her, Ruth avoiding his gaze all together, as though the stone steps they were sitting on was the most interesting thing she had seen in all of her unnaturally long life.

“A-About earlier, I overstepped, forgive me, Legolas” Ruth blurted out, continuing to avoid his gaze until Legolas finally had enough, his hand gently cupping her cheek, turning her head to face him and the second she did, his lips pressed against hers, and this time, it was her who was unprepared. It took a few seconds before she registered what was happening, but when she did, her eyes closed as she leaned into his touch, kissing him softly and gently. Aragorn smirked before turning away, about to continue when he heard Ruth’s worried voice. “Legolas?...” her voice was wavering a little as Legolas frowned before looking at her with terror. “It’s here!” he whispered and Ruth frowned as she got up, Legolas soon following as she ran to the room everyone else was sleeping in, bursting into the door with Aragorn following soon after, watching him take the glowing orb from Pippin only to faint soon after. Without thinking Ruth ran forward as the orb rolled, picking it up, expecting to faint as Aragorn had done but instead she just held the cold orb in her hands, a frown on her pale, freckled face as she stared into the fiery eye portrayed in the orb, her frown growing into a look of horror, her breathing picking up as though she was horrified, a look of utter terror forming on her face as Gandalf quickly used a blanket to cover the orb and take it from her. Gandalf cast one look at her as she looked at him, her green eyes moving to an unmoving Pippin and before Gandalf could react, she was by his side, cupping his face in her hands as she studied him before closing her eyes, holding both hands out over Pippin’s body, over his head. A glowing light began to form, warm, like a lit candle, a small chiming noise filling the quiet room as the glow began to stretch into lines, like silk ribbons flowing through a river, wrapping around Pippin’s entire body as it was as though a glowing light outlined his still body, the light almost blinding to anyone being too close, the chiming, although unrelenting, was comforting, as though the sound itself was enough to soothe someone, everyone’s panic slowly vanishing as they watched the glowing light slowly fade, the chiming sound fading into nothing as Ruth opened her green eyes again, the flecks of gold seemingly alive, breathing even, as though excited that she was using some part of herself she kept hidden. Pippin’s eyes shot open and he gasped, Gandalf quickly kneeling down beside him as Ruth stood up and stepped back, almost stumbling. She cast a glance around the room but didn’t seem as though she was actually looking at anything. Her feet carried her past everyone as she rushed outside, her feet carrying her towards the gate as Legolas followed after her once he made sure Aragorn was alright.

“Ruth… Ruth! Ruth!!” Legolas shouted as he tried to catch up to her, eventually reaching her, gently touching her elbow before grasping it to stop her, which worked. “What did it say?” Legolas’ soft spoken question was enough for Ruth to break down, tears in her eyes as she finally looked up at him, the green pools he adored, swimming amongst unshed tears. “Hin Daan Ag Enook Sivaas Hi Haalvut, Sahlo Mal Lucia” Ruth’s voice was barely above a whisper, a lump in her throat as she looked back towards the hall “he knew my daughters name…” she muttered, looking down with a heavy sigh before shaking her head, her free hand gently removing his hand from her elbow, her eyes meeting his once more as a few tears spilled over, running down her pale cheeks, staining those beautiful freckles. In a split second she leaned up and softly kissed him before standing back down, whistling a low tune and stepping back from him, saddling up on Shadowmere as the horse stopped in front of her. “Don’t wait for me” was her last words before she rode the rest of the way towards the gate, slipping through them with Shadowmere, Legolas’ feet carrying him to one of the watchtowers, a shadow darker than the night surrounding them was seen moving across the field, out of sight and it wasn’t long after that Legolas heard a deep, long howl that sounded much more different to the other times he had heard that howl, this was one of pain.

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Legolas fiddled nervously with the necklace Ruth had let him keep, his brows drawn together in a frown as he was deep in his own head, only present enough to steer the horse every now and then, humming at whatever Gimli was saying. “She will be alright, Legolas” the elf looked up at Aragorn with a frown, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked away from Aragorn, back down at the necklace before looking ahead again, not saying a single word, Gimli looking at Aragorn with a concerned look. “You saw her, she can fight thousands of orcs for hours without getting a scratch on her, and now she has her ring” Aragorn once again tried to persuade his friend but all he got was Legolas turning his gaze further away from him, a sigh leaving his lips as he nearly gave up. “Five days” Legolas finally spoke up, looking back at Aragorn “she has been gone for five days” Legolas added, Aragorn nodding softly “and she will be back. She has someone to come back to” Aragorn reminded the elf, a small smile tugging at his lips when he saw Legolas blush. “Besides, I don’t truly think she’s that far away” Aragorn stated with a smirk, gesturing in the direction of a mountain ridge they were near, Legolas’ blue eyes following up the stone structure until he was met with a pair of glowing yellow eyes that were gone as soon as he had seen them, his entire body relaxing more as he occasionally glanced back on the ridge, hoping he’d see those glowing eyes again, and even though he was met with stone each time he tried, he still looked occasionally.

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It was dark when the guards at the new camp saw two red, glowing eyes approach them, the sound of hooves treading the grass calmly as they approached was about the only sound that gave it away that someone was approaching, despite the eyes. They were about to ask the person to halt when they spotted her, someone who had been talking with the king himself, so they let her ride through, three dead deer on the back of her horse, two rabbits hanging from the side and a fox hanging on the other side of the saddle, all gutted expertly. Legolas raised his head as he heard the hooves of a horse he had heard a few times now, his eyes lifting from his bow to the red eyes that approached him, the horse stopping barely an inch from him as it’s rider saddled off. For the first time her hood was up, a sort of mask covering half of her face from her eyes under, her red hair hidden behind the hood as she began to unload the deers, rabbits and the fox before making a small clicking noise, Shadowmere turning around and calmly walking out of the camp, out of sight and into the darkness. “You’re back” Legolas noted with a soft smile, and it was as though just hearing his voice was enough to make Ruth snap out of her quiet state, her green eyes meeting his, peeking over the edge of the mask that covered the rest of her face, her freckles and birthmark and scars hidden from his eyes as she held eye contact with him for a few seconds longs. “I overheard something about a lack of food” she finally mumbled, about to pick up one of the deer on her shoulder when Legolas stood up to help, picking up a deer himself and taking one of the rabbits, Ruth following his motions and picking up the fox, the two of them walking towards Théoden and Éomer.

Ruth dropped the deer and fox near Éomer, causing him to turn around at the noise as Legolas dropped the rest, smiling softly at Ruth before putting a hand on her shoulder, silently telling her he was fetching the rest. “I heard something about a lack of food” Ruth stated once more, pulling down the mask covering half her face, revealing a new scar on her cheek, near the old one that stretched through her birthmark, it was small and looked like it fitted in with the others, only it was fresher. “How did you hunt all this?” Éomer asked with shock as he kneeled down and inspected the expertly gutted animals as Legolas returned with the remaining animals, gently placing them on the ground by the others. “I’ve gutted them, do the rest” Ruth muttered in a tired voice before turning around and leaving, walking away from him and Legolas, pulling down her hood and sighing heavily, a hand running down her face in frustration. She was about to head towards the exit of the camp when Legolas caught up with her, gently grabbing her hand which stopped her, turning her to face him. “Back in Edoras… your words… what did they mean, Ruth?” Legolas asked softly and she closed her eyes in regret, gently shaking her head as she looked away, but she didn’t leave. “‘Your doom burns every creature you touch, poor little Lucia’... that’s what it said. Dragonborns have often been called ‘doomstriken’ or ‘doom fated’. Because of the dragon blood in our veins we lust for power and domination, and unfortunately, far too many give in to it…” Ruth muttered as she gently pulled her hand out of his, looking back up at him with a forced smile “I don’t want another death on my hands, Legolas…” Ruth trailed off as though her words were explanation enough, hoping and praying that Legolas would get the message but he just grabbed her hand again, gently guiding her to a nearby fire, sitting down with her on a log and the second she sat down, she leaned against his shoulder, eyes locked on the flames as they licked at the air, trying to climb higher and higher. “You’re not doomstriken, Ruth” Legolas’ soft words were enough for her to relax against him, her eyes closing out of their own accord before she forced them back open again, only for them to fall shut once more, this time she didn’t force them open though, she let herself drift off on Legolas’ shoulder, the fire warming her bones that had been strained for days now, hunting, running, never taking a moment to rest, until now. After a while Legolas gently picked her up and carried her to his tent, laying her down on his cot before laying down on the grass below, his own eyes closing as he began to drift off.

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When Legolas woke up, he expected to find Ruth, it was barely dawn, still dark outside but she was nowhere to be seen, the camp still mostly asleep but yet there were sounds of life outside the small tent. When Legolas looked towards the the cot he saw some stew carefully placed on it so it wouldn’t spill, a wooden spoon lying next to it and before Legolas could think anything else, the flap opened, revealing Ruth as she walked in, gaze downcast until she realized Legolas was awake, her cheeks burning bright red as she cleared her throat and approached, some bread in her hands, wrapped in some fabric as she walked closer and put it down beside the stew, gesturing to it “I uh… brought you food” she mumbled, giving him a soft smile before leaving the tent once more. Legolas happily took the food that she had brought him, it somehow tasted better with the knowledge that it was her who brought it to him in preparation for him to wake up, not Aragorn, certainly not Gimli, her.

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Legolas couldn’t help but glare as he watched her ride next to Éomer, the occasional smile thrown his way when he made her laugh, it annoyed him and he had no idea why. “The dragon at Helm’s Deep, it was real?!” Éomer asked and she nodded with a chuckle “yes, his name is Durnehviir, I bested him in combat once” she explained, Éomer blinking at her with shock “you-... bested a dragon?? Alone?” he asked with shock and her cheeks burned as she shrugged, clearing her throat awkwardly as she shifted uncomfortably in the saddle. “Yes, though I had help from three others… but he’s far from the first or last dragon I’ve bested, I just didn’t kill him, or well, I did but he can never really die so he just reappeared again” Ruth said as though that made it less of a big deal, Éomer’s eyes wide as he simply watched her, clearly making her uncomfortable without realizing it. “Bormahu Ofan Zu’u Mulaag…” Ruth muttered quietly as he continued to stare at her, her shy look slowly turning into one of annoyance. “Drem, Ruth, Drem. Krif Dovah Ahst Daar Lein Los Nunon Zoor…” she added quietly, glancing at Éomer before clearing her throat, raising her head as if she heard something, a frown forming on her face “yes, Legolas? Excuse me, Lord Éomer, I believe I heard Legolas calling for me” she said politely, turning Shadowmere around and practically galloping over to Legolas, opting to ride alongside him instead, letting out a heavy breath. “Please pretend to be talking to me” she whispered in a quiet voice, Legolas smirking as he chuckled, Aragorn shaking his head in amusement as Gimli looked at her confused. “Daar Wahl Zu’u Lingrah Fah Dii Sul Ahst Fin Monahven Voth Paarthurnax…” Ruth mumbled, looking at Legolas to find him already looking at her, a blush forming on her cheeks as she cleared her throat and looked away. “Sorry, I often speak in Dovah tongue when I’m annoyed… or anxious, or nervous. Or angry” Ruth muttered, forcing herself to smile up at Legolas, her smile becoming less forced when Legolas smiled back at her. “So, what were you saying?” Legolas asked and Ruth couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, “oh, I was merely complaining, muttering to myself of how I longed to be back at the Monahven with my teacher. It was quiet times such as those that made things bearable after the Civil War” she admitted with a casual shrug, looking ahead with that same, soft smile on her lips. “Monahven is the dragon word for The Throat of the World, a highly significant place. It’s the tallest mountain in all of Skyrim, and the world in fact, I think, and the Nords believe they originated from there, that a goddess of nature and wind blew them into creation atop that mountain peak, though some just believe they hailed from Atmora. Either way, it’s the birthing place of man and dragons alike, it is said that the spirit of Kyne rests upon that mountain. There’s also a sort of rift, a shard of some sort. Time was shattered on top of that mountain, creating a rift where if you have a specific Elder Scroll, you can see through it, see what caused the rift itself, live through it as though you were really there” Ruth explained in a smirk, turning her head when she was met with silence, clearing her throat awkwardly as she looked away “forgive me for rambling” she muttered, about to steer Shadowmere away when a voice stopped her, “Elder Scroll? What are those?” Ruth looked at Legolas as he posed the question, one of her red eyebrows arching as she smirked at him “how much time do you have, Legolas of Mirkwood?” she asked in a teasing voice, Legolas smirking right back at her “as long as it takes, Ruth of Solstheim…”

Ruth blushed at his words and Gimli rolled his eyes, waving Aragorn over and when he was close enough, Gimli dared to pull himself over to Aragorn to sit behind him instead, a chuckle leaving Ruth’s lips at his action. “I don’t blame you, Master Gimli, it is a difficult subject to understand and not for those of simple minds, I do not blame you for fleeing” she stated teasingly, Gimli’s look turning into one of pure and utter shock and he couldn’t have looked more offended if he tried. “Aragorn, put me back! I said; put me back! I’ll show that-... what are you doing?! Aragorn! You’re riding the other way!” Gimli complained, a smirk on Aragorn’s lips as he gave you and Legolas some privacy.

“So, an Elder Scroll” Legolas started and Ruth smirked up at him before chuckling “Elder ScrollS. There’s three in total I believe, safely contained in my home until they decide to leave. You see, Elder Scrolls are something entirely different, nothing can destroy them, fire, ice, lightning, not even my Thu’um can touch it! Elder Scrolls are exactly where they want to be, they can be resting on the table in your house one second and be gone the next with no trace as to how or why. They appear at different times on Nirn, shifting in between time as though it was a gentle stream of water and not an all commanding force of nature. They can tell you of the past, the present and the future, they are so powerful that you can go blind if you are too hasty in trying to read one, and even if you manage a glimpse at it, it’s rare that you’ll be able to intrepid what you’ll see anyway. They pop up at different times but always where they’re needed, during a dragon crisis where a specific person needs to peek through the window of time to the past to learn a crucial tool to help save the world, kept safely in another pocket realm, awaiting someone to pick it up and join it with it’s fellow scrolls to avert a vampire crisis and save the mortality and freedom of everyone. They always have a reason for existing, sometimes they stay decades in the same spot, knowing that one day someone will come get them, someone will have the purpose or the knowledge to find them. They can choose to disappear at any time, often at random but I believe there’s a sort of sentience to them. They always appear when needed, or when something concerning them is meant to happen or could happen. Four hundred years ago in my world, it is said that the Imperial Library had one of these scrolls, I’m not sure how they managed to get one but it is said to have been stolen by a legendary thief! The Gray Fox, legendary… I believe the scroll was there for that exact purpose. I believe the scroll I found in the dwemer ruins had waited decades for me to find it for the purpose of helping me see through that rift of time without going blind. Perhaps it is one of the Divines who control them, or the Daedra, perhaps they have their own sentience… I believe the latter. That they can think for themselves, they’re not alive but they are too methodical to be random acts of magic we don’t understand. I believe they act on the probability of things that can happen, there was a chance that the heist at the Imperial Library would be successful and so it planted itself into the hands of those it would be stolen from. There was a chance I’d make it to the Soul Cairn and free Valerica so she could lead me to the Scroll she kept hidden and locked away. There was a chance that I’d hear the rumors of the Dawnguard rising, that I’d join up to protect Skyrim once more and go to that cave where a woman was locked away with an Elder Scroll, which she would later entrust me with. They are all too methodical, too thought out to be simple acts of powerful magic… I don’t believe Magnus himself would have the power to do this so there has to be something more to it… it’s what I believe anyway, but the fact remains that not a lot is known about the Elder Scrolls, how they appear and disappear seemingly at will, how they can show the past, present and future all at once…” Ruth ended her rambling, about to apologize for rambling on and on when Legolas stopped her before she could, he enjoyed hearing her voice, even though he didn’t understand half of what she said. “The Dwemer had an Elder Scroll?” he asked with curiosity and Ruth seemed to light up at his question, bringing warmth to his heart as he watched her grin, watching her lips move as she began to explain and ramble, telling him her theories and beliefs as to how and why.

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Legolas hesitantly approached Ruth as she stood near the edge of the cliff, eyes locked on the moon, arms crossed over her chest as she had a small frown on her face, as though she was deep in thought, it was partially why Legolas was so careful when approaching her. “Ruth?” The short, red haired woman with almost glowing green eyes turned at the mention of her name, her eyes falling on Legolas and it was as though the sight of him alone was enough to make her less worried about something, her eyes returning to the moon up high above her. “There’ll be full moons on Nirn tonight… I’m amazed… I still feel the pull, the tug… even though I’m so far away… Hircine pulls me towards his hunting grounds…” Ruth whispered the last bit under her breath, as though it was a foreshadowing that she dreaded. “How did you arrive here, on Middle Earth?” Legolas finally asked the question that had plagued him since Lothlorien, a soft sigh leaving Ruth’s lips as she looked down. “I was roaming Apocrypha… collecting a unique book I had been looking for… a hobby of mine, but this book I wasn’t capable of finding on Nirn… so I traveled to Apocrypha, where all books and knowledge, free and forbidden, is stored. It’s the realm of a daedric prince who goes by the name Hermaeus Mora, or Herma Mora. I couldn’t find the book in that particular section of Apocrypha so I decided to exit and enter another section, hoping to find it there but when I exited-... I was here… I remember falling from the sky, hurling towards the ground… I managed to shift at the last moment, leaving me unscathed, sore but unscathed… I lost the clothes I was wearing but I wasn’t wearing anything significant, merely a comfortable dress. I ended up in Rivendell, I landed right outside a fountain of sorts, Lord Elrond happened to pass by, seeing me change back into human form… he cared for me, clothed me and fed me, nursed me back to my strength. Then a group of Dwarves showed up. When I first heard the news I was so confused,” Ruth stated with a light chuckle, gently shaking her head as she looked down at the ground, “the idea that Dwarves existed here, even though they were nothing like the ones from my world was quite a shock… I met them, got along well with them, learned about their culture and lives, they’re a festive bunch, small but cheery. They reminded me of the Companions, strong spirited and headstrong, full of fighting spirit. You should have seen Thorin’s face when I asked to join them on their quest, they all began to warn me about dragons and orcs and giant wolf like creatures the orcs used as mounts, it all sounded rather pleasant to me” Ruth admitted with a smirk, looking back up at Legolas “you know the rest” she ended, shrugging lightly before looking back out over the edge of the cliff. “Perhaps I can summon Durnehviir once more, to help in defending Gondor… he owes me quite a lot of favors and I know he enjoys the fresh air and sun, being cooped up in the Soul Cairn could have a vampire longing for the sun on their skin” Ruth added with an amused look on her face.

“What is a vampire?” Ruth’s head snapped in Legolas’ direction at his question, a look of shock on her face “you don’t-... you don’t have vampires?... I-I suppose it makes sense, since you don’t have Daedric Princes. Vampires are immortal beings from my world, created by a Daedric Prince of domination and enslavement, and of course vampires. Immortality is… tricky, in my world. Vampires will never get sick, grow old. They gain formidable power, but they can be killed, they can die from a wound if the wound is specific, like poisoned or inflicted by something specific. There’s different kinds of vampires too, there’s the daughters of Coldharbour and the men, they gain their vampirism directly from Molag Bal, the creator of vampirism, then there are the lesser streins, the ones infected by the Coldharbour vampires, then there are those infected by them, and so on and so on, each chain is weaker and less powerful than the ones directly from Molag Bal, or the ones that are direct from him. The further away from the source, the weaker” Ruth stated with a shrug, looking up at Legolas with a soft smile, as though studying him before looking back up at the moon “I rejected the offer to become one of the most powerful ones… I must admit that I somewhat regret it…” Ruth muttered the last bit with a bittersweet smile. “You… regret it?” Legolas asked slowly, seeing Ruth nod her head softly “yes… I had the option, to be infected by one who was transformed by Molag Bal himself, but I refused… I was too caught up in my beast blood back then, thinking that it was more superior than their power. It would have helped in the upcoming battles, giving me more control, more power… my kind, the Dovahkiin, I’ve told you of how we lust for power… that we can’t help it, it’s in a dragon’s nature to dominate and that nature lies within us, because of the dragon souls. It’s also very difficult to resist, I kept that in mind when I refused, believing I would be denying myself too much power in an attempt to control myself but-...” Ruth trailed off with an almost sad look to her, eyes moving to the ground under her feet, the edge itself barely more than a few inches away from where she was standing. “The beast blood haunts me, Legolas… I begin to grow tired of it… of the hunger, the restless nights… I haven’t slept soundly since I acquired the blood… I would do mostly anything for one night’s rest… without nightmares, without a restless need to hunt… I want hunting to be a sport again, not something that I felt compelled to do… If I could go back in time… I might’ve joined Lord Harkon… at least for a brief while…” Ruth admitted in an almost whispering voice, as though saying it out loud would damn her to the darkest pits of a place of her horrors,  eyes glazed over as if she was in some sort of daze. “Is there a way to cure yourself? You said you cured a man once after he was dead?” Legolas asked after a while, seeing her nod gently, as though doing any movement too big would make the world come crashing down over her head “there is… an item one must burn to free themselves… I’ve freed Kodlak… Vilkas, Farkas… only Aela and I are left and I grow tired of it, of never sleeping peacefully. I know Aela holds onto the blood so she can see Skjor, her lover, in the afterlife of Hircine, but I’m not so certain as to why I’m holding onto it… I have no one waiting for me in the Hunting Grounds. I suppose if I couldn’t go to Sovngarde I’d want to go to the Evergloam, if Nocturnal allows it. It’s said to be so beautiful that mortals go blind upon entering the realm” Ruth muttered with a blissful look before seemingly snapping out of it, blinking away a few tears before smiling up at Leolas “we best rest our bones before we’ll have to join Aragorn” she said casually, turning around to walk away when Legolas gently grabbed her by her elbow, stopping her “how-”

“There’s a rider approaching, Legolas. I remember the sound of the hooves, it’s Lord Elrond, also,” she took a step closer to him with a smirk “I can smell it’s him” she stated with a smirk before moving so his hand slipped into hers, a grin on her lips as she nodded towards the nearby fire where, amongst others, Gimli sat and laughed, enjoying himself. Legolas found himself easily pulled along with her, the smile she cast over her shoulder at him, the way the fire glowed behind her, making her red hair almost shine in the darkness, it was enough to convince him. She dragged him over by the fire, sitting down on the ground next to an open space on a log, Legolas sitting down on the log and without hesitating she leaned her head on his legs, grinning and laughing at one of Gimli’s comments. Legolas couldn’t help but admire her, the top of her fiery red hair, glowing, the small braids here and there as her hair was pulled from the front to the back of her neck, tied with a thick band of something, along with a clasp he knew to be dwarvish in origin, the symbols faint in the darkness, the moving light of the fire was enough to light up some of the carvings. Her skin almost burned through to his legs, she was almost burning as hot at the fire yet didn’t appear to be ill, her cheeks, although pale, had a healthy color to them, the freckled seemingly moving about on her cheeks, dancing across them, running over the bridge of her nose, he knew it was just the flames and the way the light was cast and moved, but it brought a smile to his face, the idea of her freckles coming alive, dancing to a tune no one but she knew.

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Day 2: Artist's Muse

Hello, today's prompt is the Artist's Muse. It's written in the third pov and you will meet two of my characters. I hope you enjoy! Masterlist

“So… What did you want me to do again?” Ruby asked, dubious of his intention.

This ebony head with lazulite gems didn’t leave her for even a second. Earlier in the day, Lucien, as he introduced himself, approached Ruby in hope of having her as his exclusive model. While he did show all of his papers and identifications, it was too good to be true. While Ruby did get flirted with a few times, she didn’t think of herself as more beautiful than any other woman. Her black hair may have been uncommon, but it had never been taken care of, more than a simple washing. While you may think that her eyes would shine more in contrast to the deep colour, it was sadly but a common brown, those you could see in most people surrounding her.

Nonetheless, whether it was her naivete or her weak heart facing this handsome man with a charming smile, she hesitantly accepted to this request of his. It was funny, she thought, while he is the photographer, he should have also been the model. While she had never been particularly attracted to a man, she could clearly see the appeal in his unique association of colours, not to mention his amazing figure that hid nothing of his shape and health. It was truly a strange favour to be asked for.

“Hmm?” The smooth voice sounded out of his throat. It was the kind of voice people would immediately trust and be reassured. “Feel free to act as you please, miss Rouges.”

Maybe something on her face showed doubt or self-consciousness, but he continued straight away.

“Please pardon me, it seems I have been a bad host. Would you like a coffee or maybe tea?” He grinned. It was such an inviting smile.

“If it’s not too much of a bother, a tea would be nice.”

“Not at all. Feel free to look around. I’ll come back right away.”

The room was like a white canvas. Every wall, door and even the wooden floor was painted white. While it should have been weird, Ruby thought it looked very calming. Some pictures, mixed with paints, were hung on the walls, and some were on the ground covered by black clothes. A big window gave out on the city from high above the ground. Everything in the room was very calming. It was like a safe place.

Just as she was looking out of the window, light filtering through the opened curtains…

*Click*

Just as quickly as the sound came out, Ruby flicked her eyes toward the little spy. Lucien was back with a black camera in his hands. She could see a tea set and macarons on the small round table just behind him.

“Sorry, for surprising you. You looked too inspiring for me not to snap a picture.”

Maybe it was the mood of the room or the previous agreement on her part, but she didn’t care much, as if she ignored the apology. Curiosity sprouting in her, she lightly stepped toward Lucien and the tea set, hands behind her back.

“Is that a flower tea?”

“Yes, it seemed fitting. Is there a problem?”

“No…”

Looking at her eyes shining with curiosity and innocent mirth, Lucien helped her sit on the wooden chair. While they had never met before, both of them felt like it was the right thing to do. The most familiar gesture between them so far.

Taking the cup between her fingers, Ruby brought the cup to her lips, not drinking just yet, watching, feeling and chasing more and more after this feeling she was feeling up until now. It was just too seducing for her to ignore it. The light pink water surrounding the delicate flowers was just as charming as its’ scent.

*Click*

Her lashes fluttered at the sound. She was trying hard not to react too much to the occasional pictures being taken, but she still couldn’t help it. Her eyes snapped back to the lenses directed to her side. She was expecting to have her attention caught by the black round glass. Instead, chocolate brown eyes met clear blue orbs darkening at its’ centre. The earlier fleeting and fleeing eyes, that could not dare to meet her eyes, were staring straight back at her, unflinching.

*Click*

One of his dark strands fell in front of his unbothered eyes. She didn’t dare to flee away from his gaze, no matter how strong the tension was becoming, nor how a warm feeling of belonging surged from her. Her fingers twitched around the cup as she was overwhelmed by the feeling pushing her to do something. Anything.

While the two of them continued to stare at each other, the light coming from their sides was embracing them to mark this fated meeting of an artist and their muse.