#yea briar uses they them

[leuxcrows]

i think i completely forgor to upload this briar thing so might as well do it now

pov: youre yvonne, and briar just told you their plan to conquer the valley of thorns (they want to fuck malleus’ grandma)

[spyxpeanuts]

Dominic | Camilla

the anime made them 10x more adorable with this scene

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-Friday Coda

Tagged by the always lovely @theotherbuckley @perfectlysunny02 @cal-daisies-and-briars @aroeddiediaz @exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @wikiangela @daffi-990 @tizniz and @diazsdimples Thank you all so much for all the tags throughout the week and today! I have eased back on working NFL Buck because I am absolutely swamped with school. I have started clinic rounds and somehow the classwork has doubled for the next set of courses. Which holy crap. So a lot of my days are for studying, homework, and quizzes. Add on being a mom/house wife and yea, not a ton of time to work on my favorite WIP. But I am making time on Thursday to watch the newest 9-1-1 episodes and write codas, because I started them in the final episodes of season 6 and really enjoyed it! So I made a goal to make a coda for most if not all of season 7 episodes! 2/2! I will try my absolute damnest to get some work into NFL Buck because it is my baby and I know how much it is beloved. Until then, enjoy the season 7 codas. Posted to ao3.

7x02 Coda

“We-I…” Buck tries to find the right words again, but he has no idea what they should be.  He doesn’t know if he should be defending himself along with Eddie and Chimney, proclaim that they were just being honest with internal affairs. Or if he should defend Hen and the betrayal she felt when they couldn’t back her up.

Rock and a hard place, with Buck being squeezed tightly in between.

Chimney left the locker-room soon after Hen, with the passing false hope comment, “She’ll come around.”  His phone was half-way to his ear before disappearing around the ladder truck, most likely spilling the entire ordeal to Maddie.

Buck slumps back down on the bench and leans his head against the lockers, closing his eyes with a defeated sigh. Still standing close by, Buck hears Eddie hum in agreement. Yea, tonight was very much a downer.

“We should have had her back.” Buck finally says.

He feels additional weight added to bench and pressing warmth along his arm and thigh when Eddie sits beside him. “We did. We just all put our foots in our mouths trying to show her.” He assured.  He gives Buck knee a gentle squeeze, “You more than me with that whole ‘right call’ comment and wanting to give Captain Collier’s a hard time.”

Buck groans in embarrassment, “I was trying and horribly failing to lighten the mood.”

“The mood was dead on arrival; you had no chance.” Eddie chuckles.

They both go silent, stewing in the hurt emotions left behind by Hen and Chimney, mixing with their own anxiety and worry. It kind of reminds Buck of the last time Hen was captain and that man died at the happiness convention. God that felt like so long ago, when really is less than a year.  Yet here they all are, questioning themselves on the job after losing a patient and without Bobby’s steady leadership to help guide them through it.

Buck could only hope this didn’t send him or anyone else on the team into a spiral of questioning their purpose in life. And he really hoped it didn’t lead to another brush with death, for anyone of them.

The hand on Buck’s knee never left and gave another squeeze, pulling him from his past wallows and has his eyes fluttering open. He looks over at Eddie and sees an understanding smile gracing his lips. “That man’s death isn’t on us. We we’re working on the worst of the crash, and we saved that girl and her mother.  Hen made the right call, the same one Bobby would have made and when those lab results concur with her story, she’ll be back, and we’ll find a way to make it up to her.”

Buck takes a moment to let Eddie’s words sink it and pull him from the beginnings of a self-deprecating spiral. He did his job, he gave his facts of the event truthfully, and Hen would come around. In all regards, Buck just needed to learn how not to put his foot in his mouth, because at the moment it really was a nasty taste.

Slowly most of the tension that had built up during Hen’s confrontation eases away and Eddie felt it through the press of his shoulder into Buck’s, “That has to be a record.” He comments before getting to his feet and reaching a hand out.

Buck doesn’t even hesitate and tries his damnest not to flush too red as Eddie hauls him to his feet with little to no effort. The man has a girlfriend and Buck was done chasing. “Uh yea. Turns out when you stop trying to search for the life’s great moments and instead live in them, internal spiraling is easier to pull out of.” He explains. Eddie also is a big contributor, but Buck isn’t going to admit that to said man.

“Well… At least those self-help books will make good kindling for the next campfire.” Eddie cackles and Buck swats at his shoulder which only makes him laugh harder.

Eventually Buck joins in and the pit of dread dwindles further. He embraces this moment and knows eventually everything is going to be okay.

Short but somewhat sweet I hope! Tagging (no pressure): @jesuisici33 @fortheloveofbuddie @rogerzsteven @lemonzestywrites @evanbegins @buck-coded @devirnis @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @sunshinediaz @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @bekkachaos @buddierights @try-set-me-on-fire @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @eddiiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @prosperdemeter2 @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @dangerpronebuddie @missmagooglie @thebloomingheather

[erodasfishtacos]

Always Have Your Back

prompt: YN is struggling with her self-image and Harry reassures her she’s perfect ❣️

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YN hadn’t been feeling good lately, well really for quite a few months now about herself, her body image, and that’s something she struggles with on and off but not like this.

After giving birth to four very healthy big babies, her body has changed and has been slow to bounce back each time - luckily she’s young and it may be easy than women older than her but still.

It was really her stomach and breasts that had her self-conscious, a bit of plush around her lower tummy where she carried during her pregnancy, and her breasts weren’t as perky from feeding four children.

Ezra was almost a year and while YN was close to her pre-pregnancy weight, she wasn’t quite there, and the pudge around her midsection wasn’t budging either from where the babies sat for so long.

It was difficult because there were always eyes on her, even though she herself wasn’t necessarily famous, she was famous through association because her husband was the best player in the major leagues.

She was photographed when she went to the grocery store, the nail salon, out for lunch with Anne and Gemma and she hated seeing herself in paparazzi pictures on Instagram lately.

Harry, who is undyingly attracted to her, makes it clear nearly daily that he’s in love with her plush, her stretch marks, her breasts, and every other inch of her.

YN has no doubt that Harry loves her no matter what her body looks like but she also can’t help but have negative thoughts about not being perfect like other women she sees on social media.

Especially when her husband was a professional athlete, his body was always in prime shape, with barely any fat on his body - he was always lean and muscular, never had an issue with working out sometimes twice every day.

It gets really out of hand one day.

YN is out to lunch with about eight other baseball wives at a fancy little restaurant in the heart of Manhattan for lunch.

As she’d gotten in her dress this morning, after Anne came over to watch the kids, and she felt devastated when it didn’t look as good as she thought it would on her.

She hated the way the material hugs at her hips and accentuated her midsection, and she hates to admit that she looked in the mirror and cried because she felt so unhappy with herself.

At lunch, all the wives were dressed meticulously in designer outfits that fit every inch of their body like a custom glove, hair, and makeup professionally done.

These women were different from YN, most of them had kids but just one or two, and a lot of them used surggates because they didn’t want to ‘ruin’ their body.

They also had full time nannies and au paires to watch their children while they spent time with self-care, working out.

It’s not that she’s jealous, hell, her husband is the highest paid player in the league - she could easily afford nannies, chefs, maids, but that’s not what she wanted for her children or herself as a mother.

It didn’t mean it wasn’t hard when she sits down with all of them, trying not to focus on the way her stomach looks when she sits down, and constantly adjusts her nursing bra - she was full from not nursing Briar since before she left.

The lunch was fine at first but then one of the wives, who was notoriously bitchy to YN and has tried multiple times to hit on Harry, and become enraged when he didn’t give her the time of day - started focusing her energy on YN.

“I know a really good personal trainer to help you get rid of the baby weight,” Kelsey tells her in front of everyone, a wide fake smile on her face as she blinks her lashes, “After four kids, it doesn’t seem to be coming off as easy, huh?”

YN blinks harshly for a second, trying to reign back the tears, and hoping another woman will come to her defense.

Tiffany speaks up but it’s only to add, “Yeah or if you want a recommendation to a plastic surgeon. There’s a great one that does mommy makeovers.”

YN can’t help it, she feels her vision becoming blurry with tears as they keep chatting about working out and mommy fucking makeovers like they didn’t just viciously insult her.

When her salad arrived in front of her, she didn’t feel hungry anymore, and just wanted to leave - this is the part she hates about her husband’s career and it’s not even his fault.

The jealous vapid bitches.

YN makes up an excuse that one of her kids isn’t feeling well and so she has to leave, paying quickly and getting into her car as fast as possible.

She hates that she cries the whole way home because she loves her babies so much, she would give her body up again and again for them but sometimes it just hurt.

She was still human who cared what other people thought, worried about being judged, it was part of the human experience.

YN tries to pull herself together before she goes inside, wiping her mascara off her cheeks, and brushing through her hair with her fingers.

She doesn’t feel like being a parent today, she wants to lay in bed and just be sad but she has four little humans who need her every second of the day and they’re more important than her moping.

Anne’s face gives away her concern when YN comes in, kissing each one of her children before disappearing upstairs to take off her makeup, change into a baggy shirt and cotton shorts before throwing her hair into a bun.

She holds her dress, in anger, she throws the expensive dress straight into the trash bin in their bathroom - it didn’t matter that it cost thousands, she never wanted to see it again.

Anne insists that she can stay to help but YN kindly declines, stating that she was okay, and didn’t need anything but appreciated it.

YN doesn’t know that Anne calls Harry, just to let him know that his wife seemed upset and wasn’t her usually bubbly self.

He automatically calls his wife, relieved when she answers but her tone is dull and hiding something, “Hi mama, you feeling okay? How was the lunch?”

“It was…uh, it was good,” YN hesitates and Harry can tell she’s not being truthful but doesn’t know why, “I’m just a bit tired, I guess.”

He didn’t have enough time to confront her because one of the coaches was calling him back into the field to continue.

“I’ll be home as soon as practice ends. I love you,” He reassures her, “The best mama and wife. You know that?”

YN’s voice sounds shaky when she responds, “I know.”

💗

When Harry gets home from practice, all the kids are settled in the living room watching a movie while YN cooked dinner - Briar was in his little swing in the kitchen with her, sleeping soundly.

“Hi mama, smells delicious,” Harry hums as he enters, after greeting all of his babies, and stepping over to stroke Briar’s cheek, “I was craving spaghetti, s’like you read my mind. I hate having weightlifting and practice in the same day. M’craving carbs.”

“Yeah, haven’t had it in a while,” YN replies a bit blandly, stirring the homemade sauce and not making an effort to look back at him.

“You cross with me? Have I done something?” Harry asks as he walks up behind her, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling at her neck - she wasn’t usually this distant unless he’d made a mistake.

“No,” She sighs, trying not to be frustrated but when she turns around he’s just in his shorts, his muscles rippled over his front, his abs twitching when she touches them and she was just so, “I was just thinking, will you help me work out?”

Harry’s brow furrows in confusion, his hands coming to cup hers and being them up to kiss them, “What like train you?”

YN shrugs, struggling to make eye contact, “Yeah, I can wake up in the morning with you and work out before the kids get up.”

He doesn’t seem sold by the idea, the playfulness in his tone dropping, “I get up so days at four am to work out. You need all the sleep you can with these four wild ones. Sleep is more important. Where’s this coming from?”

YN knows she’s being irrationally mad at him when she snaps, “If you won’t help me then I’ll just hire a personal trainer.”

Harry’s shoulders straighten up, understanding that something’s is definitely going on with his wife today and he needs to get to the bottom of it.

Very rarely did they fight. Very rarely did she snap like that so it was sending off alarm signals that something was very off.

“Why do you need to work out all the sudden?” Harry responds calmly, he didn’t get why she was so dead set on it.

“Harry, why are you acting like you don’t know?” YN raises her voice which was a rare occurrence usually saved for when Harry really fucked up - her jaw actually clenched.

“Because I don’t know what the bloody hell you’re talking about,” He chuckles in disbelief as he leans against the island countertop, “If you want to do that then we can but you’ll feel burnt out if you try to work out on top of having the babies all day and having to breastfeed Briar.”

YN ignores how her eyes prickle with frustration because she’s embarrassed to tell him what really happened today and how she’s been feeling.

He keeps talking, moving closer to her and trying to comfort her, “Plus, you just gave birth. The doctor said it takes nearly eighteen months for your body to fully heal.”

“Drain the pasta, please,” She says instead, looking away from him as she shuts off the knobs on the stove and takes the sauce off the heat with her back turned.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on?” Harry insists as he obliges, pouring the steaming pasta into the strainer in the sink, “I feel like I’m in the dark right now. And I can’t help if you don’t talk to me, mama.”

Just as YN begins to speak, Briar whimpers from her swing before it turns into a full blown wail - YN knows the infant is hungry.

“I have to feed her, will you get them settled with dinner?” She says instead of what she originally was going to but is already walking to unstrap the infant, scoop her up, and disappear out of the room.

Harry stares after her for a moment, he really really doesn’t understand what’s going on because it seems like more than just a bad day which his wife usually doesn’t even have.

And when she does, she typically doesn’t have a problem venting to him about what’s bothering her and letting him help her.

He doesn’t know whether it’s something he did or what was the cause of it and it breaks his fucking heart to see her struggling on her own.

That was his wife and it was his duty to take care of her above anything else.

Harry sits the other three down for dinner, serving and cutting up all their little plates of spaghetti and garlic bread.

“Where’s mama?” Ezra squeaks as he looks towards the kitchen expecting her to come out, she was never not at the dinner table.

“She’s busy with Briar, bubba,” Harry simpers as he cuts his pasta into more bite-sized mouthfuls before doing the same for the other two.

“I want mama to sit next t’me,” Cash announces as he anxiously waits to, barely focused on his food but more so wondering when his mom will come in.

When YN reappears a few minutes into dinner, Briar is calm and just looking around from where she’s nestled in a sling on her chest - suckling a binkie as she blinks heavily.

Harry notices that she doesn’t eat her dinner, just pushing the pasta around her plate without every really consuming any.

“Not hungry?” Harry asks softly as the kids giggle with spaghetti sauce smattered all over their cheeks and lips.

YN just shrugs and doesn’t answer him directly, distracts herself by taking a napkin and wiping of Ezra’s face as he tries to whine and wriggle away.

The rest of the night goes by quickly, only an hour and a half after dinner the kids are all getting their baths and getting tucked into bed - even Briar is in her nursery, fast asleep.

After making sure all the lights are turned off downstairs, Harry enters the bedroom to see YN closing the bathroom door - a clear sign that says don’t bother me.

Usually, the door is open so Harry knows that he can join in and share the shower with her before they wind down for bed.

That’s the typical routine every night.

He throat feels tight, a bit of anxiety settling in his chest because everything just feels off tonight, and he wants his wife to be happy and she just isn’t right now.

While he’s waiting on the bed, he decides to snag the laptop off the side table, and answer some business emails because he is letting anxiety build up enough in his chest it feels tight.

When he pulls up the browser, his brow furrows at the websites that are already pulled up and he does not like what he sees.

*‘Dr. Regallee - Mommy Makeovers Manhattan*’

‘What is a Mommy Makeover? Boobs, Butt, and Belly. All You Need To Know’

‘How To Lose Weight Post-Partum - 15 Calories Burning Tricks for New Moms!’

‘Recovery Time for The New Trend - Mommy Makeovers’

Now it makes sense.

The request to start working out, the personal trainer, the “Harry, why are you acting like you don’t know?”

He doesn’t know because every time he looks at his wife, he’s so fucking enamored and so fucking attracted to her that he goes stupid.

Her body is a fucking masterpiece that he would worship every second of the day, he loves it for a milllion different reason.

The body that housed all of his chunky babies that she’s grown to eight and nine pounds each time, coming out healthy and ready to thrive because her womb helped them develop so perfectly.

He doesn’t know what triggered this.

Occasionally, she’ll need a bit of reassurance that she looks good in an outfit or that she’s beautiful which he does everyday anyways.

She doesn’t get a minute to doubt Harry is attracted to her because he’s constantly trying to get in her pants.

It takes him half a second flat to get hard for her which she even will tease him about how easy he is for her.

Harry knew she must see herself differently because her body really didn’t look that different from before she had any babies back in college.

Sure, her chest was bigger right now because she was breastfeeding and her belly had a bit of skin from the amount it stretch during pregnancy but Harry would still be head over heels with her even if her body looked completely different after babies.

Harry can’t stand to think of her left alone in that shower without support, he tries the knob, and thankfully it’s not locked.

His brow furrows when he notices a pretty dress bunched up and shoved into a small waste basket - something YN typically wouldn’t ever do.

He’s shucking off his clothes and stepping into the shower, YN knows he’s there but she doesn’t move or react - her head is down and letting the hot water pour over her.

“Mama,” Harry murmurs carefully, turning her around and tugging her straight into his chest with firmness.

It makes his own eyes prick with tears when she begins sobbing into his chest, shoulders shaking, and she lets herself lean on him.

“I’m s-sorry,” She stutters out against his damp skin, “I shouldn’t have treated you like that earlier and it wasn’t fair.”

“Ssh,” Harry titters because that’s the last thing he cares about, “Mama, why on earth would you be looking up plastic surgery? You’ve never mentioned that before.”

YN shakes her head, keeping her face nuzzled into him, and telling him, “I still have a pouch of skin on my stomach, my tits aren’t as perky from the kids.”

“Has this been bothering you for a while?” He asks, wondering if he missed earlier signs she was struggling.

YN blinks up at him, sniffling and saying, “No, I-it really hasn’t. You always make me feel attractive. It’s, well, today just wasn’t good.”

Harry’s hand wanders down to palm at said pouch of skin and YN watches his facial expression carefully as he pets her.

“I don’t want you to regret the babies,” Harry whispers sadly, “I know you’ve sacrificed your body to give us kids and I have so much respect-“

“Hey, look at me,” YN moves her hand to his chin until he’s gazing a her, “Never ever do I regret having our children. I would destroy my entire body to make sure we had all of them. I-I normally love my body, what it has done, and how strong it is.”

“Then what brought this on the ?” He continues to caress her skin, her belly, the curve of her breasts, her sides, everywhere.

“It’s-I know it shouldn’t bother me,” YN’s sighs but it’s shakily with tears, getting upset again as she explains, “I went to lunch, you know? With the other wives and Kelsey made a comment about knowing a good personal trainer to get the baby weight off and then others added in about me looking into getting a mommy makeover.”

“Mama,” Harry huffs, trying too reign in his absolute fucking rage, “I’m so fuckin’ sorry that happened to you today. Those women are jealous miserable twats.”

“They said you’ll turn me in for a younger one,” YN tries to joke but Harry can see right past it as her cups her jaw and kisses her lips once, twice.

“Sweetheart,” Harry murmurs sweetly, “Sometimes I feel like you forget that you’re my person and that I’m only solely attracted to you. Literally not another person on this earth.”

YN giggles because it’s not that she forgets but she still feels normally insecurity.

“Even though my love for you isn’t reliant on your physical appearance, I’m fucking weak at the knees because of it. That little extra belly? I dream of biting it and sucking hickies into it. Your tits? I’ve never seen anything prettier in m’life except for your face.”

“I wasn’t going to really think about getting the surgery,” YN manages to finally crack a genuine smile as Harry’s cock brushes against her hip, hard and wet at the tip.

“If that’s something you really wanted, I would always support you with what you do to your body but I really hope you don’t think I’d ever want you to do that for me,” Harry‘s words end with a hiss when her hand comes to wrap around his length and give him a few tight strokes.

”I’m not sure what I did to deserve such a good husband, hm? The most amazing husband and dad to our bubs,” YN praises against his lips as he leans forward to kiss her but ends up moaning in her mouth when she thumbs over his slit.

”S’you, my love,” Harry slurs, horny and distracted as he kneels down to bite at her belly, sucking in deep bruises where she’s most self-conscious as his fingers dancing around her folds.

”Touch me, H,” YN whines as she slumps against the back wall, his index finger teasing her clit but no friction or pleasure, “Want you in me.”

”Mm, want to taste your pretty cunt first,” He responds, gripping her left leg and tugging it over his shoulder so she’s exposed, his fingers coming to part his folds to show where she’s puffy and wet for him, “Look at her, so fucking sexy.”

YN weaves her hand into his hair, pushing him towards her center and he goes willingly, lapping wide stripes from her back entrance to her clit, nipping at the hood before repeating it over and over again.

”Oh, I-fuck, m’coming,” YN tries to warn as he legs begin to shake but her words make him pull back and stand up, “Wha-“

”You’re gonna come on my cock,” Harry leaves no room for agreement as he lifts that leg again but now around his waist, his tip bumping at her entrance, ”You want me in? Want my cock? Tell me, sweetheart.“

”Harry,” She groans in frustration as the smooth tip teases her bud, “You know I want it. Want you to fuck me, c’mon.”

”Impatient,” He scolds but he’s guiding himself on, moaning loudly when he slides all the way into her warm heat, ”love the way you squeeze me. Give me it to me.“

YN doesn’t have to do much work, Harry’s thrusting into her at a harsh pace off the start, honestly they’re fucking like they’re still newly dating when they’re married with kids.

They know they’re on a limited time because one kid will need them and Harry is wasting no time in getting them both to topple off the edge.

-

As they’re drying off, the baby monitor begins to go off - signaling the Briar’s beginning to cry, she’s most likely hungry.

”I’ll go get her,” Harry says with a kiss to her cheek, ”Go get in bed and get comfortable. I’ll be back after I feed her.”

YN does change into her pajamas and crawls into bed but after a while, she doesn’t know where Harry is and starts to worry.

She slips out of bed and pads down to the nursery where the rooms empty, then down the stairs to the kitchen - empty, then she hears his voice echoing quietly through the hallway.

YN follows it until she’s at their office, the door crack, and she peeks in - Harry’s just in a pair of shorts, Briar cradled in the his arms - she’s suckling hungrily at the bottle he’s holding to her lips.

He has his cellphone tucked between his shoulder and ear, his face stoney and annoyed, “No. I am not calling to discuss the game tomorrow. I’m calling to discuss that your wife was completely out of line at lunch this afternoon.”

YN listen as Harry chews out his teammate for how his wife acted at dinner and how it was absolutely unacceptable and he better make sure nothing like that ever happens again.

YN can hear the man profusely apologizing for the embarrassing behavior of his wife but Harry doesn’t entertain it, only reminds him to talk to his wife and hangs up.

Harry is then looking down at his daughter, blinking up at him as she pats his face, and he coos, “Briar Anne, always going to stand up for your mama. Always going to show you how someone should treat their partner. “

YN turns around to go back upstairs, smile on her face, and tears in her eyes - it made her silly for feeling self conscious.

He always had her back.

[mocha-gladiator]

Chapter 1

I dont intend to post the chapters in succession, but maybe just a few favorites would be nice. This is based on my favorite fae, the ghillie-dhu, and as many doubts as I've had, I've always kept this one passage. I only hope it means well to you

Year 3702 BT

“Why do you cry, girl?” It was a simple question, never easily answered, but it came from such a soft and honest voice that she at first did not notice the teeth behind the kind smile. Ivy stared at him for a moment, a man dressed in green with moss growing over his shoulders and down his cape. His hair was wavy and black, and his eyes a pale yellow and ever changing, like a cat’s. She watched the pupils grow from slivers as he spoke again. “Why do you cry, girl?” Her own voice sounded like a lamb’s bleat, something she was not used to. But this was not home. This was not a place to be used-to. “I want to go home.” The creature grinned again, with teeth that were certainly not human. Ivy knew that if she had seen him from a distance, she most certainly would have ran, but here close she could see the humanness in his face and the warmth in his laugh. “I know all the trails,” he assured her. “The rabbit’s trail, the mouse’s trail, that of the deer and that of the man. Tell me—where is it you want to go?” “Home,” she bleated at once. But of course that made no sense. Not to him. “Whythiecomb.” The man in green nodded, and reached out a hand. A normal, human hand. “I will show you the way.” Ivy put her hand in his, and was a bit surprised to find it warm. But what had she expected? A cold, dead one? The fae were living creatures, too, after all. She walked with him out of the briar patch and stepped onto a trod path that had not been there before. Or else, if it had, she would have found it and followed it, right? The girl did not even know up from down in this forest anymore, not with night falling. Maybe the path had been there, and she had just been too tired to notice. Regardless, the dirt felt better on her bare feet, and the forest not nearly so scary with someone there for comfort and guidance. “Thank you,” she breathed, watching out the other way. “Do not thank anyone in the fae forest,” the black-haired man warned. “Someone might think that you owe them a favor if you say those words.” Ivy looked up at him. His tone felt different, but still gentle towards her, and his face was still on the road. “What do I say instead?” she asked. The fae was quiet for a moment, and she watched his yellow eyes dart around as he searched for the right thing to say. “You do not say. You choose some small thing to do or say instead.” He held up a silver hand, pointing up. “But you do not owe me a thing. Understood?” “Yeah.” She said on reflex, and he could tell she did not. His strange eyes turned back to her. Was it worth explaining? They had a little ways to go yet. He turned back to the road and drew a breath. “If you speak the thanks, the other person takes it as an owed debt, and they can choose to take it from you whenever they like, but you act out the thanks yourself, you get to choose. Sometimes all it has to be is leaving out a bowl of cream, or a shiny trinket. Does not have to be much.” Ivy tugged on his hand. “Isn’t a bowl of cream for cats? Do you like cream?” The fae chuckled under his breath and tugged her hand in turn. “No, girl. I asked for no thanks. I am just warning you if you were to meet someone else. But don’t come back this way again, yea? There are beasts in these woods that would like to eat little girls like you.” “No, there’re not.” she said at once. “Yes, there are,” he insisted. “Do not come back. I will not be here. I will not let you find me if you look. It is not safe.” He slowed to a stop as the treeline faded into a grassy field, and beyond lie a mill and farm and a pen with goats. The fae knelt down in the tall grass and set his other hand atop hers and looked her in the eye with his strange ones. She watched as his cheeks smiled kindly, and the darks of his eyes grew big. “But if you are ever lost in the woods again, you can call me, and I will come find you.” Her face drooped as she realized she would have to leave soon. “How will I call you?” she asked.

“I am Morad. Do you think you can remember that?” He cocked his head at her. “You are quite young. You may not.” “I will!” she said at once, bouncing on her feet. “I will, I promise!” Worry flashed in his eyes, followed by bemusement before his sharp-toothed grin returned and he shook his head. “Well, what is my name, then?” She stopped and stared at him. “Uhhhhm….” Another quiet chuckle stirred in his throat. “Morad,” he reminded. “My name is Morad.” “Morad,” she repeated back, then looked at him rather puzzled. “That’s a weird name.” The fae shook his head. “Not really, but I have forgotten my real one.” He winked. “Somebody stole it.” Her face crinkled up. How could somebody steal a name? You could not even touch it. “You’d best be off,” he pressed. “The stars will be out soon, and your family will start to miss you.” Her face sobered again. “Do you really have to go? You could come live with us.” For a moment, the strange creature almost looked hurt, as if he might cry, but the softness soon came back. “Nae. Homes are for little girls like you.” He poked her belly. “I am a wild thing, like the deer. The woods are my home.” “Can I see you again?” she asked as he rose to his feet. “Maybe,” he considered. “But do not come looking for me. You will never find me that way.” “But—“ Her mother’s voice came on the wind, and she turned her head to see the woman at the bottom of the fields near the stream. When she turned back, the fae was gone—nothing there beside her but a few crushed stalks. Her face saddened, but she turned towards home. “Goodbye, Morad,” she called anyway, waving her hand at the pitch dark. A pair of eyes glowed from the bushes, and the shadows brightly answered, “Goodbye, girl.”

[a-d-nox]

zeus, god of the sky (asteroids 5731 & h42)

WE MADE IT - 50 GODS, GODDESSES, AND LEGENDS HAVE BEEN POSTED!! the celebration doesn’t end here! the next post will be up in a few hours regarding aphrodite - her sign, degree, house, and aspects in your natal chart! so definitely stay tuned for my biggest post yet to come ;)!

“when talking about such a popular god or goddess i am going to for warn paraphrasing - of course all these stories have more details and all these popular gods have stories within stories. i would love to share them all/in detail but i would need a book and a lot more time to write it. my attempt in writing these posts are to inform you on the high level story of the god’s or goddess’s life. that being said if any one of the events regaled in the post pique you interest - please let me know i don’t mind giving a more in-depth tale of any of the events mentioned.”

now for the god who has been mentioned in 10/49 of my prior posts: zeus.

Zeus is the son of the titans Cronus and Rhea. As we know, Cronus had just usurped his father, Uranus, and had received the prophecy that he would be dethroned by his child. So in turn, when each of his children was born, he devoured them. Rhea was determined to save her sixth child (Zeus) after witnessing the first five get eaten (get mothering - took five cases of cannibalism smh). Rhea brought young Zeus to her mother, Gaea, who hid him while Rhea returned to Cronus with a swaddled stone in which he promptly swallowed. Zeus had a goat named Amalthea (yes, the goat (some stories have her as a nymph) from Abundantia’s story - I am sure that there is some sort of psychological insight to gain from that lol) who he received milk from (yea... definitely some thing for Freud to examine here) while warriors were made to dance and fight one another in the cave he was hidden in to conceal Zeus's infant cries (dang talk about attachment disorders and the inspiration for the little albert experiment). When he was finally old enough, he confronted Cronus and manipulated him into drinking poison that caused his siblings to be vomited up. With his sibling, he then planned a war to take down the titans - Titanomachy. With the help of his siblings and two titans (Prometheus and Epimetheus) a strategy was born - which resulted in the Cyclopes and Hecatonchires (the hundred handed primordial) being released from the forges in Tartarus. The Greek poet Hesiod believed that the Cyclopes are the ones who forged Zeus's lightening bolt as a thanks for their freedom. With the newly freed on their side, Zeus and his campaign were able to banish the titans to Tartarus and began the new era of gods and goddesses. Hecatonchires is said to be keeping watch over the titans as his form of thanks to Zeus for freedom. Gaea was irate by the capture of her children so she had another child with Tartarus - Typhoeus - who was also easily defeated. Gaea attempted to take Zeus down with giants as well but to no avail. As we know, his marriage to Hera isn't an easy one - early on she, Poseidon, Apollo, and Athena (namely) chained Zeus in his sleep and stole his bolt. It was Thetis and Briars who helped free him and get his bolt back - when freed, he used intimidation to make every god submit to his rulership and have them swear to never challenge him again. Poseidon and Apollo were sentenced to build walls in Troy (mentioned in Apollo's post), Athena got off easy because she was Zeus's favorite, but Hera suffered the most as she was sent to the void to be suspended in the sky with anvils hanging from her ankles, forced to stare into the gaze of Chaos until she swore allegiance to Zeus again. It is thought that perhaps this occurrence was the reason why he never truly trusted Hera again (and why he had so many affairs). Some of his most famed lovers include: Io (the cow myth - that was talked about in my Juno post), Europa (gave birth to Minos, you know the king from the Minotaur myth?), Leda (Zeus turns into a swan in this one), Danae (mother of Perseus - Medusa slayer), and Semele (Dionysus's mother). IN MY OPINION Zeus in a chart represents a) where you start from snatch, b) your relationship with siblings, c) where you save your family, d) where you experience trust issues, e) where you topple those in charge, f) romantic affairs, and/or g) where you are the ultimate ruler.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of zeus along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of zeus AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede zeus!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS/PLANETS: amalthea (113), athene (881), pallas (2), URANUS, poseidon (4341), hera (103), gaea (1184), rhea (577), semele (86), io (85), apollo (1862), chaos (19521), kronos (43), hepimetheus (1810), prometheus (1809), thetis (17), europa (52), leda (38), and danae (61)!

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[fruixtii]

Totally crazy twst theory i have:

It's pretty obvious that Silver is based off of Aurora. So he's possibly a prince. It would make sense because Aurora was raised by the three good fairies and wasn't told she was a princess in order to protect her. And Silver was raised by Lilia not knowing who his biological parents were and not knowing what his life would be like if Lilia didn't adopt him. So onto my crazy theory. Kidnapping children and babies is completely normal in Fae culture. Many people have already said this before, but I think Lilia kidnapped baby Silver. But why?

Briar Valley is kind of weird. If Silver is a prince, what land would he be prince of? Well since he's based off of Aurora he would be prince of Briar Valley. But Malleus is the prince of Briar Valley instead and Briar Valley is ruled by a family of dragon fae, and I assume that most of the population are night/dark fae like Malleus, Lilia, Sebek's mom, Malleus's grandmother, and most likely Sebek's grandfather. But in Sleeping Beauty Maleficent was hated because she's a dark fae and has immeasurable magic power. So why would the country be ruled by someone like that? Because the night faes took over. I think Briar Valley used to be a country ruled by humans and possibly day fairies, but the night faes were tired of being shunned and started a rebellion that led to a civil war. Lilia said,

"It is already a challenge for members of the same species to happily link arms with one another...However it is all the more difficult for different species to see eye-to-eye. Surely you must have learned in history the countless times people have failed to compromise and gone to war with each other. I do not want that part of history to repeat itself."

Another possibility is that Briar Valley was a shared land and was ruled by both the night and humans/day faes, but they got into a fight so the went to war and the night faes took over. But overall, same concept. So after taking over the humans didn't just completely disappear. They were still there for years and had a small kingdom right next to the land of Briar Valley. this would be the time that Malleus is born. Malleus's grandmother was angry about the other kingdom still being near and for some reason she had like some sort of grudge on the royal family. So she wanted to kill them off. I'm not saying she's really twisted, but fae morals are different from human morals. Who knows what's considered acceptable or not. Malleus is fully grown by time the whole scandal starts but he doesn't know what's going to happen. The queen's original plan is to kidnap the prince (Silver) to rile the humans up, and then since the faes overpower them by a lot, they kill all of them. But Lilia being the retired war traumatized general he is didn't want anymore bloodshed. The queen didn't let go of her plan though and asked if instead of killing him, he would adopt the child as his own since he did nothing wrong. Malleus knew nothing about this and didn't assume that they were the ones who started the war. All that he knew was after the war Lilia had "found" the orphan human child and decided to adopt him.

Silver and Malleus finding out all this could be an important factor in chapter 7 too. It could be a small part of why Malleus overblots.

So yea that's my crazy diasomnia theory.

[fictionkinfessions]

We're a bit late to the discussion, but we wanted to answer Prof. Kukui's question about protags!

So Red and I were there, things were really canon-divergent for us but we were there. But Leaf wasn't, sorry Leaf I'm sure you're awesome! And I, Blue Oak if you couldn't tell by now, also filled Akari's role as the Legends Arceus protag for some reason. Asked Arceus in our brain (weird to live in the same body as God) why they sent me back in time and they just shrugged. Rei was also there, he was nice I liked him even if we only knew each other for a few months :)

Gold and Silver know that Kris and Lyra were also there and they were all friends, but they don't remember a whole lot about them. Arven says there was someone named Briar who filled the role of both Juliana and Florian in his canon. Gloria's already talked about this, but there wasn't a Victor.

Other than Selene, Elio (who went by the name Leland in our canon), Calem, and Selene, we don't actually know about the other protags? So yea. Anyway yeah, that's what we remember abt them! -Blue, all fictives other than Gloria

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[lexiebowen]

Birth Stories & The Aftermath.

I was going to share Briars birth story (it’s a wild one) but realized I’m not sure if I ever shared Declan's (his was much more “normal”) So instead, I’ll share both!

Sweet Declan. He came into this world 6 weeks early but we had a little time to wrap our heads around the fact that we were about to have a premie.

It was a Wednesday and I had off work to go to a OB appointment. I remember he had stopped moving as much (something that can be completely normal towards the end of pregnancy) but my Dr. ran a stress test just to be sure. We aced it and went home. Later that day I lost my mucus plug (yea gross I know) and then after that started having contractions. I was admitted to the hospital that night. They gave me some meds and slowly my contractions started spacing farther apart and were less intense. Because of this they simply thought it was false labor. They were set to send me home Thursday night but I would require another shot first for Declan’s lung development just in case. I asked to stay one more night, just in case. Well nothing changed and Friday morning they were ready to send me home again but just in case they would check my dilation. Ha. Ha. Ha. Yea I wasn’t going anywhere, in fact, I was told I’d be having a baby that day.

I got my epidural and that was the best thing EVER. It didn’t hurt until he was ready to come out. I remember yelling I needed to push but they told me I had to wait for the Dr. Way to anger a pregnant lady in labor (also this same exact thing happened with Briar). Hahaha. Once Dr. came I only pushed for about 1/2 an hour and Declan was born! I only got to hold him for a hot minute and then he was off to the NICU. All in all it was a very pleasant, fairly relaxed, and uneventful birth.

So now, Briar.

Going into this pregnancy we knew our chances of having another premie were high and that I would need “specialty” care throughout. Every. Single. Thing. looked fine Every. Single. Time. and they were confident this baby would go the distance. Well Briars story starts very similarly to Declan’s.

It was a Monday. I had my last specialty ultrasound to make sure she looked like she was staying put. She did. Everything looked great. Just like Declan post appointment, two days later she was born. The difference, hers was not expected and we had zero time to prepare.

I woke up Wednesday morning with what I thought was bad gas pain. I had a lot of digestive issues during my pregnancy with her so I didn’t think anything of it at first. Lunch time rolled around and they kept getting worse… so i googled “what do contractions feel like”…. Yea. I was having contractions all right. I started timing them and they were starting to meet the criteria so I called the Dr.

I’m not sure why they didn’t admit me right away because that’s what they did back in Stillwater with Declan but instead they just make a regular appointment for me to get checked out.

So, I was home alone with Declan. We just moved to Marshfield. I called my dad and had him head on over (they live an hour away). His truck key broke. He was delayed. The one day I needed to get ahold of Jordan… I could NOT get ahold of Jordan. I had to call his company and they had to track him down. My appointment was set for 3:30, Jordan got home around 3. At this point I was trying not to panic, still in denial I was in labor. I kept telling myself it was fine, we’d go to the Dr., they’d give me some meds, and she’d stay put awhile longer. I was trying to keep it together and do things to ease the contractions but that was not working so we headed over early.

At this point I was in full on labor. But I didn’t know it. Although deep down I think I did, I was just in full straight up denial. I was NOT ready to have this baby.

My dad hadn’t arrived yet and Declan couldn’t come in with us so Jordan dropped me off and I somehow managed to painfully make my way to my appointment, what a sight I must have been. Through pain and tears I managed to check in and wait in agony to be called back.

I was in full on labor. Dilated and effaced. They immediately admitted me and wheeled me up. I was in so much pain and kept asking for my epidural. Still in complete denial this baby was coming. Still no husband.

We got to the hospital around 3:15/30… Jordan made it up to my room right before they had to wheel me into the delivery room… Briar was born at 4:08. Talk about cutting it close. This situation was one of those to the T. We had literally just moved to Marshfield about a week and a half prior. Had we still lived in AC, Briar would have been born in the car on the side of the road, because again, I didn’t process that I was in full on labor.

She came fast and ALL natural. There was simply no time for pain meds and crap it hurt. Just ask Jordan, his eardrums might still be recovering. But then I got to snuggle with her for a little bit (much longer than with Declan) and then she too was taken to the NICU. She cooked a whole 4 days longer than her brother and was born at 35 weeks and a few days.

I wouldn’t recommend this type of birth, I’m still traumatized (ladies get an epidural) but it resulted in one beautiful baby girl and a pretty wild story to tell.

It was a hard pregnancy and a birth I would have NEVER envisioned for myself, and to be honest it’s been a lot to process. I am forever thankful, grateful and blessed for my two healthy beautiful babies but what I went through was hard and there is no denying that and nothing can take away from that. I never thought I’d be the mom to a premie and have a NICU stay…I had two.

I always envisioned a big ole baby shower party, my babies were born before that could happen. I always thought I’d breastfeed, neither had good latches (B was better but my health issues ultimately were too much to keep trying). There is so much I wish would have been different, oh to have experienced one “normal” pregnancy/birth and heck even postpartum. But that’s not my (our) story. Our story is messy and full of heartache and pain but it’s still beautiful, and it’s ours. I have the two very best, most beautiful children. Out of all the pain, all the struggles, all the hard, there is so much good. Gods grace, his goodness, his provision, his PLAN is what I will cling to with everything I have because without it I’ll dwell too much on the “should have/ could have been.” But at the same time I know I need to give myself grace and that it’s ok to feel all those messy feelings and that doesn’t take away the gratitude I also have. It’s ok to think about the “should have beens” and it’s ok to be angry about how things did not go to plan. You can grieve and have gratitude simultaneously. You can heal from trauma and move forward while still acknowledging the pain that lingers. I have two very beautiful children, and it matters, but it’s not all that matters.

Pregnancy, birth, postpartum, and raising kids… it’s all hard, messy and simultaneously beautiful and it’s ok to have parts you don’t love. On the hard days, on the good days, you’re never alone and I guarantee at least one (but honestly hundreds) of mothers feel EXACTLY how you do. You’re not the only one whose birth plan got thrown out the window and run over. You’re not the only one whose baby wouldn’t latch. You’re not the only one who struggles. You’re not alone.

[libidomechanica]

“See”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               I

Into thy breast. See! And forest wide is praise, such a dirty rat. One shade, while I weep—while I do seeke first thy music and then no mercy come, if it were: which makes me pore. I dreamed I was a desperate weak. Nor that might teach things, believed be, thy looks them feele th’ vtmost of her feet: and yield for ever. The weary dayes in pining languish you, your name. Hands, in returns: like the secretly will shine against my face.

               II

My fingers Cupids shafts she spread it doun; she put the middle garden terrace, under guard, and all discourse of altering rock—that did they repair: that might shall meet at dawn! She dared not for my sweet is the lawn, vegetable peddlers should be all love and view, made for thee. As he glow’d like the bed. That so freely giver, whom my spirit to a cause the cold blowing in double- vantage me. And court in English backward too.

               III

Call once mad March greater there wit we get away from the songs and deep, the lovers. As she brushed it away: thanke may you haue found this was what my haruest Queene of louers bowres. Trod down to help the dew and all her how he pine its garland weare away. Where memory sets forth the sureness of her loue does precipitate, while over the deep, deep upon her knee. And so in hart lou’d by dew descent, then no mercy too.

               IV

The sea grows sleepy at the fayre loue wound, and in angel beauties graces, the shepherd. Her country, heaven! And only you adore. As quicke in vaine I seeke her bowre of loue in gentle wind or ruffling shower and a maid I met, just in your smell far worse commend; so never made the beast so wyld, shall see the ioyous day would know all mysteries glowing airs. To make admyre, rather worth is written with hungers doesn’t cut it.

               V

Did me invite to walk into fire at either had, nor bad, nor bad, nor abounded, as is a Tygre that none who travels after Day, Design, he turne to constant eye, delight lies lit with her face! Should sigh, and all their ruthless stroke surpris’d and lads indifferently did wear his crown the wide house of loue; that so is fayre Idea of your imperious eye the ruthlesse then should grieve to knit the virgin’s coronet.

               VI

Like a gleaner thou didst passes me on the bad torch fell: curst be the wild-briar is sweet Draught with her may remoue. And door succeeds door; I try the happy hath natures goodly to relent, so that most ornament which cannot chuse but put out the head, the length! Has run but to die in dumpish spring, through sorrowes to remaines but sharpe his bough; and all the month of May, my dripping limbs the procedure in her obteine.

               VII

Most ornament, him lodging in respect, but like frost of your imperious eyes: that are so much decline, what can alter then either proof of desolation! Now my brothers but stewards of refuse do powre euen hell on city sidewalks in California and other end of the maker neere: no eies buy ioyes, dost thou goest safe, supreme. So sweet flowers, her hart more harts thought, that for thinke to say, so I turned to dry bone.

               VIII

Yea, sweetest subiects wrong I doe, I can it not delayd by her hard hart: this both pure as he, that hope is lost, unless you love us, play no more friendly foe, great expectation, wear a train of shame: for since made the bed baith large and with vertues richly are display, through the stones dead religion, pages that braine of her Hair down to thy charge vniustly payned, to him betweene the winds shoreward blow, now this ill- wresting wood.

               IX

Hey ho the ark: so weake? More harder growes to all other places, I shunne the prophetess of her Breast. Chill blast passe Physitions art. Except thou thy selfe, my inward sunne to her courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low unto this as in the coming wars— and in his mother. In which the stringed pearls. This holy season fit to fast and brighter clasp? And wishing, and comfort me, but proudly disobayes, and sail, with his shield on thee.

               X

—The Heav’n from heauens for the care of watching heart go wide. Something that they that can beholding my selfe and loue inspire, ne ought worthy to be praysd of me. That thou payèd were. Whose plantations fully blest: yet, ah, my mayd’n Muse doth make her piteous eye the ruthless ruin spreads around, the dive bar and when so she singing most joyfully. Say that crazed that three such heuens, that double- vantage, double Praise, and thought all worlds rare wonder.

               XI

I said; and The Shah with Magic-mighty king, and for the gold and peace and perfumes keep free, then I was blawing out of dust was dawnin in the loose vnchastity. Shall I said, my Stellas name. What they by Loue were making their masked buds discloses: but strictly held by none, is loosely bound. To fill her badly dresses of your cruell thee: I lay with my so hot desyred, her nipples lyke Pincks but newly spred, her goodly light.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Sebek Zigvolt Apple Boa Personal Story: Part 2

"Childs play"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Harveston – Apple Square]

Sebek: Hiyah!!

[chop! chop! chop!]

Villager B: Yous said yer name's Sebek-san? Thankee fer yer help.

Sebek: This is the fifth house now. That old man took me around and I chopped up all the firewood for all the houses in the area, but… It's still not enough.

Villager A: Well… Now tha' th' wood cuttin's done, there's 'nother thin' we'd like t'ask of yer.

[Harveston]

Sebek: You want me to bring all the harvested apples in these wooden crates to the Bonfire Market?

Villager A: Yea, yea. We're goin'ta use'm t'make apple pies n' apple juice.

Villager A: Th' apples we picked this mornin're nourishin' n' swee' y’know. 'Elp us out…

Sebek: You're saying… that because all the motorized vehicles are gone at the moment, you ended up having to put them in a wheelbarrow?

Sebek: Seriously… Somehow, I can't even say I'm surprised that you all are having difficulty with something as simple as this. I'll carry it all for you, so be thankful!

[Harveston – Outside Assembly Hall]

Idia: Ah… Sebek-shi and Marja-shi came back…

Marja: Sorry we're late. Sebek-san is just too popular.

Sebek: I was so busy since everyone kept coming to me for help everywhere I went. But thanks to that, it ended up being some good training!

Idia: Heeheh! Say farewell to all that annoying manual labor!

Idia: I've finished repairing the wood-chopping machine!

Marja: My, oh, my, is that so? Thank you so much, Idia-san.

Idia: It's now got much higher horsepower and better usability! This will bring the wood chopping industry to the next level!

Idia: Here, I'll flip the switch. …Now awaken, Hyper-Powered Wood Cutter, Harveston-Version Ｍｋ－Ｉ!

[chopchopchopchopchopchop]

Sebek: …It split that thick trunk in two in an instant. That machine is quite formidable.

Idia: Fuheeheehee… What do you think of its overwhelming power!? Output has increased by 400%!

Marja: I-It certainly is amazing, but… it splits the firewood so quickly that I'm afraid I could get my hand caught in it.

Idia: No need to fret. It is equipped with a safety sensor that can detect any possible danger to the user and automatically cease its movement.

Idia: If you place a log onto this tray, it will automatically scan its size. Then, an AI adjusts the power level based on the data…

Marja: …Eh? What?

Marja: I don't really understand what you're talking about… I'm extremely sorry, but this will be difficult for us older folk to use.

Idia: Eh? No, no, it'll be fine. It's easy! It's multifunctional! It's safe! It's highly efficient!

Marja: Um… I sincerely apologize, but could you change it back to the original wood cutter machine?

Idia: …You serious!? The user can't keep up with the machine specs…!?

Sebek: I understand you, Marja. When I first left my hometown of Briar Valley, I was constantly dazed by many things.

Sebek: Convenient machines are akin to magic. Even if it is given, it does not mean one would know how to use it right away.

Idia: ...I'll put the machine back together… I repaired the faulty part, so it should work as it used to.

Marja: I appreciate that. Thank you, Idia-san.

Idia: Ugh, man, can't believe I have to do this all over again. See, this is why all the manual labor should be left to Sebek-shi.

Sebek: Heh, this is why the only thing you can rely on in a pinch is your own body.

Villager A: Heeey, Sebek-kun!

Sebek: Hm?

Villager A: Ah'd hur' m'back from workin' in th' fields… Y'really did me good by choppin' the firewood fer me.

Villager C: Ah wanted t'say me thanks 'swell. If'n weren' fer you, we wouldn't 'ave been able t'brin' th' apples 'ere in time, Sebek-kun.

Sebek: Humph, I still cannot believe you all were struggling with that level of work. This is why humans are so…

Villager A: We 'ppreciate ya, Sebek-kun. As thanks, 'ave these freshly 'arvested apples.

Sebek: …This many!? Just how many are there… Don't you think this is too much?

Marja: Everyone must have been that pleased. Please enjoy them.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

―The next day

Lilia/Malleus/Silver: …...

Sebek: …was one of the events that occurred there.

Malleus: I see. I am pleased that you enjoyed your travel.

Sebek: Not at all, I cannot say it was fun… The villagers were quite troublesome to deal with.

Lilia: Kufufu, that's not what it sounded like to me. What else happened in Harveston?

Sebek: What else…?

[Harveston – Apple Square]

Sebek: This soup is for me?

Street Stall Owner: Yea. 'S a salmon broth. 'S hot, so take care drinkin' it.

Sebek: [blows on soup… takes gulp…]

Sebek: Delicious! The soft and melty salmon is excellent! It's been cooked to perfection!

Sebek: The flavor of these herbs sprinkled on the soup is also refreshing! It goes perfectly with the salmon!

Sebek: And, I feel so warm! My body's core temperature was dropping, so this helps immensely!

Sebek: However, for you to give this to me free of charge… Is that truly alright? This is for sale, is it not?

Street Stall Owner: We're all jus' so 'appy that young'ns like yous came t'Harveston. This'ns on th' 'house, enjoy!

Sebek: What a warm-hearted village… But aren't they a little too laid back?

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

Sebek: …was another thing that happened there.

Sebek: The residents of Harveston were never without a smile… Almost to the point of driving me crazy.

Lilia: I see… You were sure blessed with such wonderful encounters.

Silver: Yeah. That's wonderful, Sebek.

Sebek: Y-yeah… I suppose the trip wasn't all bad.

Malleus: The tale of your trip is quite fascinating. Could you enlighten us with more stories?

Sebek: Yessir!

Sebek: (If Epel ever invites me again, I guess I could go. I must help them with their wood cutting and farmwork, after all.)

(Part 1) Part 2

[excults]

honestly my fav npc for this world is always gonna be raymond cause he’s a colossal piece of shit but he’s integral to briar’s story

[wildlife4life]

Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the always lovely @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @daffi-990 @tizniz @hippolotamus @diazsdimples and @theotherbuckley Thank you all so much! Looking forward to your future works!

Alright ya'll, today is Championship Sunday and I am a bundle of nerves. As a slight work off from all that, here is more NFL Buck, feature Christopher's POV. (All previous NFL Buck posts can be found here)

Carrying around a big secret is hard. Lying to his new friends, to his teachers, to his dad's co-workers is annoying. Christopher misses his friends and family back in Texas. He wants Buck to officially be his dad and stop lying to the whole world about being a kid free bachelor. He is scared for his dad, every time he leaves for a shift. His body is always betraying him, his new doctor brought up the possibility of another surgery, his muscles ache, and puberty is creeping in, changing him in not so fun ways. And on days like today, it is all just too much. So Christopher got angry and like his father, he lashes out. "I don't want a stupid tutor!" He snapped at his dad, who is holding Christopher's latest math test. A freaking C-. He didn't fail. Heck, it isn't even a D. But his dad and Buck, had high expectations that Christopher always failed to meet. Dad shakes his head, "Christopher this is the second low test score this month. You're barely passing math with a C." "You're acting like I'm failing! And I'm not!" Chris shouts back. "Do not raise your voice." His dad says firmly, his features crinkling with anger. Christopher huffs and plops back down in his seat, without a single retort. Dad's shoulder's drop and the burgeoning anger dissipates, replaced with soft concern, "Look, kid. We all need help every now and then. Asking for it, does not make you a failure. And its just one class. One tutor, an hour or so a couple times a week after school. Just until you feel you have a better grasp on math. Okay?" No it was not okay. An afterschool tutor meant one more person to lie too, more time taken away from friends and fun activities, and another reminder that he isn't normal. "I don't need help! I don't need a fucking tutor! And I don't need your high ass expectations that I can never meet!" Christopher flings his arm out, and shoves a decorative bowl filled with random bobbles to the floor, shattering it. Ah shit. Christopher knows he's gone too far, but he doesn't want to back down. He can't. The fury that's been building under his skin since waking up late this morning, can no longer be contained and is bursting out of him directly towards his dad. "Using Buck's money won't fix this! Fix me! And I'm only at this stupid private school because of him!" Chris won't give his dad a chance to intervene, not yet. Not when he's been holding back so much since Buck informed them of the Houston Texans wanting to trade him, "I was doing great in math at my school in Houston! Then once again Buck chose football over us! You chose Buck over me! You two never think about me! I'm failing because of you!" None of it was true. Christopher knew that, not so very deep down, but he is hurting and he needed someone to hurt too. He needed someone to understand and help take the pain away. Too bad he went at it in the most unhealthiest of ways and attacked one of two people who would do absolutely anything and everything to do exactly that. The man doesn't even flinch. Instead, his face goes flat and cold. No emotion to be found. Christopher immediately shrinks in on himself. Yea he went way too far. "Go to your room." His dad demands in level voice tight with too many emotions. Fuck. He is so grounded.

Chris is a teen having a bad day and had to break a bowl at some point. Its canon to do so. Hope you all enjoyed!

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[scentedflowersong]

12 Days of Swan-Mills Saga X-Mas - Day 7

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love Swan-Mills Saga gave to me…

Welcome, dear friends, to the seventh of our twelve holiday meetings, during which we recall some of the best bits of the five Swan-Mills saga stories by the marvellous @swanqueeneverafter​ (thank you for the artworks used here).

The seventh day belongs to the ghastly gang - the villains of The Story of Us.

!WARNING! Spoilers ahead !WARNING! 

ARTHUR PENDRAGON

Status: dead, killed by Emma (TSOU), after ressurection killed by Queen Annis’ champion (TO&FQ) Notable dark deeds: enchanting Guinevere and the whole kingdom into obedience, killing king Fergus, binding Merlin to Excalibur (with Zelena’s help) Evil Rank: 7/10 - literally an evil bastard (*sighs* Pendragons)

BLACK FAIRY/FIONA

Status: dead, killed by Rumplestiltskin Notable dark deeds: creating the Dark Curse, kidnapping children and raising them as her slaves in the Dark World, kidnapping and brainwashing Gideon, casting the Dark Curse (with Gothel and Facilier) in search of the ultimate power Evil Rank: 9/10 - Blue was a bitch to her, but torturing children (especially her own grandson?) can’t be excused

BLUE FAIRY

Status: alive Notable dark deeds: never bloody heping anyone!, not telling Snow and Charming the truth about the wardrobe, baishing Fiona to the Dark World, never helping Rumplestiltskin (and thus causing 90% of evil the Stiltsking family is responsible for), bullying other fairies, prevennting Nova and Grumpy to be together, powerful as hell yet never using her powers Evil Rank: 11/10 - shady bitch

CAPTAIN HOOK/KILLIAN JONES

Status: alive, redeemed Notable dark deeds: killing numerous people (namely his own father and David’s father), trading Bealfire for (ultimately) useless information about Rumplestiltskin, repeatedly choosing revenge over love/family, teaming up wih Cora, locking Snow and Emma in Rumplestiltskin’s cell, shooting Belle and causing her to lose her memories, working with Tamara and Spencer Evil Rank: 9/10 - yo ho ho, the pirate’s life for me

CORA MILLS/THE QUEEN OF HEARTS

Status: dead, killed by Snow White (redeemed/moved on) Notable dark deeds: killing queen Eve, taking Zelena in to heal Regina only to throw her out afterwards, killing Daniel, “selling” Regina to king Leopold, almost being responsible for Regina taking the infertility poition, turning Anastasia into the Red Queen, killing countless people Evil Rank: 10/10 - the queen without a heart

CRUELLA DE VIL

Status: dead, killed by Emma Notable dark deeds: killing her own mother and her husbands, using her animal-controlling skills for evil, kidnapping Henry, probably one of the few actually born evil Evil Rank: 7/10 - if she doesn’t scare you, no evil things will?

DR FACILIER

Status: dead, utimately killed by Emma (WDMC) Notable dark deeds (in TSOU): trying to bring the Dark Ones to our world, teaming up with Black Fairy and Gothel to cast the Dark Curse, posing as Hook and maintaining an abusive relationship with Emma during the curse (the aftermath of which - Emma’s PTSD was already mentioned) Evil Rank: 10/10 - NOPE

GOTHEL

Status: dead, killed by Emma (WDMC) Notable dark deeds (in TSOU): kidnapping Alice and keeping her in the tower, putting the curse of poisoned heart on Alice and Will, teaming up with Facilier and Black Fairy to cast the Dark Curse, making Robyn grow up fast, posing as Robin Hood and being intimate with Zelena during the curse (like, alright, that was sort of a call from karma to Zelena, but still), Evil Rank: 10/10 - try being more like Poison Ivy, sis

HADES

Status: dead, killed by Zelena Notable dark deeds: trying to overthow Zeus, bringing the Underworld to Storybrooke, trapping Storybrooke’s inhabitants in an underground prison, killing Robin Hood Evil Rank: 6/10 - nothing much for the king of Underworld

ISAAC/THE AUTHOR

Status: alive Notable dark deeds: abusing his powers as the Author (leading for example to sending newborn Lily into the world without magic), writing the “Heroes & Villains” storybook Evil Rank: 6/10 - not evil, just a prick, bonus points for disabling Cruella’s powers for murder

JAFAR

Status: dead/turned into a wooden staff Notable dark deeds: mindcontrolling the sultan, trying to get Jasmine to marry him, breaking Aladdin’s spirit and convincing him he’s not a Saviour, shrinking Agrabah into a ring Evil Rank: 6/10 - not bad, but we’ve seen worse

MALEFICENT

Status: alive, redeemed Notable dark deeds: putting Briar Rose and then Aurora under the sleeping curse, turning Prince Phillip into the Yaoguai, helping Regina finding her “inner spark” (mastering dark magic), helping Rumplestiltskin getting the Author out of the book by kidnapping Pinocchio (with Regina) Evil Rank: 6/10 - not really the mistress of all evil, eh?

MERLIN

Status: dead, killed by Morgana (TO&FQ) Notable dark deeds: toying with everyone and never doing anything useful, being resposible for the creation of the Dark One Evil Rank: 6/10 - he’s not evil, just immensely useless, which is eve worse when he’s the “most powerful man”, right?

NIMUE

Status: dead Notable dark deeds: becoming the first Dark One, using Facilier to return to our world and trying to kill most of the ‘heroes’ Evil Rank: 6/10 - victim of Merlin’s selfishness, but extra bad points for working with Facilier

PETER PAN/MALCOLM

Status: dead, killed by Rumplestiltskin Notable dark deeds: abandoning Rumplestiltskin for eternal youth, kidnapping children in his search for Henry, kidnapping the Darling family and keeping Wendy captive, pursuing Henry into giving up his heart, switching bodies with Henry, killing Felix and casting the Dark Curse Evil Rank: 8/10 - the head of the Stiltskins, no wonder they all turned out bad

RUMPLESTILSTKIN

Status: alive, redeemed Notable dark deeds: becoming the Dark One, abandoning Baelfire, responsible for all of the Mills girls turning dark (to some degree), creating the Evil Queen and convincing Regina to cast the Dark Curse, killing countless people, marking Regina for the Wraith, teaming up with the Snow Queen, making deals with Hades, helping Isaac write the “Heroes & Villans” storybook, repeatedly choosing power over love/family, killing both of his parents Evil Rank: 10/10 - Rumple’s fingers are all over the story, rarely in a good way

TAMARA

Status: dead, killed by Rumplestiltskin Notable dark deeds: torturing Regina (with Spencer), shooting Neal, kidnapping Henry and taking him to Neverland Evil Rank: 4/10 - just a bitch who didn’t know she was Pan’s pawn

THE DARK SWAN/EMMA SWAN

Status: alive, redeemed Notable dark deeds: using Violet to break Henry’s heart, killing Arthur, trapping Merlin inside the tree once more, ripping out Merida’s heart and using her as a poppet, speeding up Zelena’s pregnancy, trying to use Zelena as a vessel for darkness Evil Rank: 5/10 - look, half of the things she did as the Dark One were ultimately for the better

THE EVIL QUEEN/REGINA MILLS

Status: alive, redeemed Notable dark deeds: casting the Dark Curse, killing countless people, putting Snow under the sleeping curse, killing her father, manipulating the Genie/Sidney into killing Leopold, framing Snow for Leopold’s murder, hiring Hook to kill Cora, ripping the Huntsman’s heart out and using him as a poppet, killing Owen’s father, killing Graham, teaming up with Cora, teaming up with Hades (after the Split), trapping Regina and Emma in the mirror (after the Split), putting the sleeping curse on Snow and David’s shared heart (after the Split), creating the Wish Realm and sending Emma there (after the Split) Evil Rank: 10/10 - it’s the EVIL Queen for a reason (”yea, she’s a mass murderer BUT you can aknowledge someone’s dark deeds AND still love them uncoditionally” - Emma Swan-Mills, probably)

THE SNOW QUEEN/INGRID

Status: dead, sacrificed herself to stop the curse of the Shattered Sight Notable dark deeds: casting the curse of the Shattered Sight, killing her sister (by accident), freezing Arendelle Evil Rank: 3/10 - Inngrid was more of a victim than a true villain

THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST/ZELENA MILLS

Status: alive, redeemed Notable dark deeds: terrorising Oz, putting Dorothy under the sleeping curse sending Walsh after Emma, killing Neal, kidnapping baby Neal, opening the time portal, killing Marian and posing as her (+ tricking Robin Hood into leaving Storybrooke with her and even using the guise to have a child with him), teaming up with Arthur and binding Merlin to Excalibur, interrupting Emma’s proposal Evil Rank: 8/10 - gloriously wicked, could’ve done worse atricities though

Please, feel free to let me know what you think of the ranking, the picks, the misdeeds listed (the lists are not definitive), or anything else :)

Stay tuned for more…  

[the-three-idiots]

Calico Part One

The names Calico....

James Calico…

Scientist, noble and all-around gentleman. I suppose if you want, you can also count on my skills as a Mesmer. Though I certainly don’t.

I fought at Lion's arch a year ago against that damned woman Scarlet Briar. After receiving a stab wound to the chest and nearly dying in the process, I felt the military life wasn't for me. So, I chose the life of a scientist instead and unexpectedly, I became quite the celebrity.

I would have never considered this life before, but it does it have its perks…

Like being invited to an auction of a portal gate which bizarrely wasn’t made by the Asura and in fact predates them.

Every scientist from Lion's Arch to Rata Sum knows that whoever can get their hands on this ancient gate will become the talk of the continent and no doubt become the bane of every egotistical scientist.

Like myself.

So, the stage was set, at the Divinity’s Reach charity auction with the venue being a rather sizable mansion with a dance floor, a patio and a secure high security vault located under the mansion.

It was a nice summer evening with cold refreshing drinks, weird exotic meat platters and all the beautiful women a man could want. The only obstacle was every other scientist with deep pockets.

Or at least that was until I saw a rather exquisite young lady.

I was just at the cocktail bar when I saw her flowing blue hair and rather snazzy dress. She was human with fair skin, . she looked alert which was strange, as we were at a party mostly filled with scientists and gas bags.

Sorry I meant to say politicians.

She was looking for action and it was obvious, which coincidentally leads into my number one top tip for covert missions;

1.       Never, ever send a soldier to impersonate a civilian.

Being a good gentleman, I walked over with two drinks, sylvari sweetroots if I remember right. As I got closer to the woman, I noticed her dress was covering her legs and her walking was slightly off, it was like her legs were slightly heavier than the rest of her body.

Either she had the torso of a human and the legs of a norn or…

She had prosthetic legs.

She stopped and I moseyed over to her, offering her one of the two drinks. She looked at the drink before looking up at me, she frowned before looking back in front of her. The woman crossed her arms and shook her head.

“Good evening sir.” She said with quite a degrading tone.

Well, this was quite a welcome shock. Usually women are pleased to see me but then again, when has an egghead ever impressed a soldier?

“Well miss, it certainly is a good evening now that I met you.” I responded in kind

The woman rolled her eyes as she scanned the room. She was intent on finding something or someone.

“I must politely ask you to refrain from talking to me.” she ordered 

I gave a smile.

“Sure, thing ma’am, anything for a vigil soldier…” I said back.

The woman gave me a look of surprise, she grabbed my arm and dragged me over to a quieter spot. She seemed annoyed.

“How did you know?” She asked

I won’t lie, I gave quite a grin.

“You're a very bad actor.” I said before gulping one of the drinks “plus an advanced portal gate? You vigil knuckleheads would jump at any chance to grab.”

The woman looked across the crowds. She was still trying to find someone, but she looked at me with an annoyed expression. She looked like she made a decision she wasn't happy with.

“If you can spot me, maybe you can help me find someone.” The woman said

I was more than interested, an undercover vigil soldier looking for a potential threat at a charity auction, how could I refuse?

“Before I agree, may I ask you name?” I asked.

“Aurora Streike.” she reluctantly replied

I gulped the other drink; Aurora wasn’t going to have it. She’s on duty.

“And yours is?” Aurora asked

“Calico....James Calico” i replied 

I offered her my arm, she rolled her eyes and took my arm. We walked back into the crowds, it was rather peculiar having a vigil soldier hold onto my arm but it was bearable. 

“Oh this is very much against regulations getting you involved.” Aurora stated

“You wouldn't have drafted me in if you didn't think that i could of been of some help” I replied

I imagine Aurora had a team with her, no vigil soldier comes without backup but if she did, she would have mentioned it.

“I'm looking for a Miss Sekushi…” 

Sekushi? Now that's a name I hadn't heard in a long time.

She was a fellow scientist and rival of mine, though a very close rivalry I must admit and sometimes our scientific endeavours definitely spill over into more...romantic activities one might say. I have given her my heart but definitely not my brains.

“Brown hair, green eyes, my height, fantastic body?” i asked

Aurora looked at me, probably confused at how I knew the lady she was looking for. Well it is a small world when a priceless artifact is involved. 

“Yea, do you know her?” Aurora asked.

I was about to open my lips when I heard some very familiar footsteps. When looking for Sekushi, she will always find you instead and only reveal herself if she wants to.

“He most certainly does.” Said from the soft lips of Miss Mya Sekushi.

Me and Aurora turned to see Sekushi.She was as stunning as always, with a pink velvet dress that showed off her...attributes. Sekushi knows how beautiful she is and uses it as a weapon, it works well in vigil soldiers as well, considering Aurora was trying her best to look away from Sekushis ‘attributes’.

“Trading me in for a vigil girl, are we James?” Sekushi asked 

“Sekushi my darling, one never trades gold for silver.” I replied

Aurora looked back and forth before staring at me with a look of annoyance.

“Did you just insult me?” Aurora then looks at Sekushi “And you know who i am?” She asked Sekushi  

Me and Sekushi nodded at Aurora.

“Tomomis going to be mad I broke cover.” Aurora crossed her arms “But now your here, maybe you can finally help me...” said Aurora 

Sekushi looked at Aurora with quite the quizzical expression, I too was confused.

“Miss Sekushi, your understanding of the ancient languages is quite unique. I’ve been asked to see if you wouldn't mind helping the vigil for a mission?” asked Aurora

Sekushi walks closer to Aurora and inspects every inch of her. Seukushi looks at me with a grin.

“Hmmm, James, want to come along?” Sekushi asked

Aurora looks at Sekushi before giving a glance to me.

“No, i just you Mi-”

I interrupted Aurora

“Depends, my room afterwards?” i asked

“Hey you two-“

Sekushi interrupts Aurora

“Oh no, my room, I have a nice 1280 vintage wine and delicious hoelbrak venison with some-“

Aurora interrupts Sekushi

“HEY! Before either you do anything…or anyone, I need Miss Sekushi’s-“

“-and James-“

“-Miss Sekushi and Mr Calico, before you agree to anything, do you want I need your help with?” asked Aurora

Sekushi nods.

“I need your helping stealing something.” Stated Aurora

Me and Sekushi look at each other. Stealing? That’s not the vigils usual way of getting what they want.

“Stealing what?” I ask

Aurora crosses her arms.

“I need your help stealing the portal gate.” Aurora said bluntly

Well now isn’t that interesting?, the military wanting an ancient relic.

“So you in?” asks Aurora

Me and Sekushi give each other a smile, to be a good scientist, sometimes you have to steal something to gain everything. We both nod to Aurora.

The heist is on.

[briarmoon]

Momentum

If I were a raven, I would perch in the highest limb Of this bare oak tree, sage and mighty, In the center of Last Rest Cemetery; Watching the world amongst granite gravestones Etched in all its false prophecies, continuing to crow About coded conspiracies of Q, X and Z.   It won’t be until I pick the last bits of flesh and bone From the remnants of forsaken souls that I will lead Thee towards the light certain mortals see and breathe. Yes, I can guide them to the brightest morning beams Of the January Sun, yet, I cannot be the warmth From the winter winds they wearily seek.   For this comfort and shelter must come from within Ourselves once we learn the value of human kindness, Reminding us this lesson we must teach from the love Our hearts profess to yearn; we must keep this momentum; We must be the hope that bounds beneath our feet like the spring Of late March flowers bursting through melting snow.   We all have the power to grow and practice the faith We preach to both young and old. Yea, as a raven, I would quickly pluck out such spiteful tongues For the ill words bestowed on all daughters and sons. For I would rather fly in a world of wordless voices Than to listen to hate hissed from mouths beseeching freedom.   Such contempt brings a costly toll for all seasons, Minds without reason, life without meaning. I would rather live in an unkindness of ravens mocking humanity, Perched on the highest limb of this shrewd oak tree Fluttering my wings as momentum gains speed. Than to live in a society without empathy or peace.

© 2021, By Briar Moon